It's Called Revenge

Run Away

Cindy's Point of View

I stared at Derrick with wide eyes, not quite believing what I had heard.

"You did what?" I asked again, watching as he shifted from foot to foot nervously.

"Pierce's ex girlfriend came over and I kind of forgot about Susie." He rubbed his neck nervously. "She had a high fever when I checked on her when I remembered, and I took her to the hospital. They said she should be fine now."

I let out a breath through my nose as I stared at my brother angrily. "So while you were fucking some random slut, my daughter was in her crib, suffocating?"

Derrick didn't respond with words, but nodded at me.

Pierce was sitting in the kitchen as he waited for me. I had told him I'd felt something was wrong and I'd needed to talk to my brother, which he didn't argue to.

I pursed my lips angrily at my brother, not even thinking before my fist had came out, punching him hard across the face.

Derrick stumbled back with wide eyes, blood pouring from the corner of his mouth almost instantly.

"I'm leaving." I snapped, not having control of my words as anger took hold of me.

Derrick obviously knew I didn't mean I was leaving to calm down as he grabbed my shoulder and turned me to him, concern showing on his features.

"Where will you go?" Was what left his mouth, instead of convincing me to stay, which made me even angrier.

"Why?" I asked with narrowed eyes.

I had no clue where I'd be going, I just needed to get away from the memories.

"Because you're my younger sister, Cindy. It's my job to protect you." His voice was becoming angry as he narrowed his own eyes at me.

I ripped my arm from my brothers grip, watching as shock settled onto his features at my next words. "My brother wouldn't of let me think he were dead. I am a fucking adult, Derrick. No need to look over my damn shoulder."

"You're seventeen." He gripped my arm again when I tried to walk away from him again. "You aren't an adult, meaning you can't leave."

My mind went completely blank and my mouth went dry.

But then I wasn't angry.

I was an extremely pissed off female wolf.

Correction.

I was an extremely pissed off, pregnant female wolf.

"I have been through more shit than you get to see in a fucking movie, Derrick. I am turning eighteen in less than a month and I have a fucking daughter as a result to being fucking raped my my ex boyfriend! I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure that classifies me as able to make my own decisions."

I had never heard so much profane leave my mouth in a few sentences.

Derrick went silent at my screamed words, letting go of my arm as I realized he didn't know that I was raped.

I made my way into my bedroom, slamming the door after I locked it before going over to the dresser and changing out of my dress, into a pair of shorts and a t shirt.

Derrick pounded his fists against the door and I could practically feel his anger.

"You don't need to hang over my shoulder watching my every move!" I yelled to him, listening as the pounding stopped, "I am almost eighteen! I don't need my brothers protection anymore!"

He pounded his fists on the door twice as hard this time, practically breaking the thing off of the hinges.

"Cindy," He sighed from the opposite side of the door, "I'm sorry, okay? I-"

"No. No your not sorry," I laughed humorlessly as I threw random things into my duffel bag, "You wouldn't of done it. You would've thought about me before you did it. I am your sister, dammit! And you go and pull that shit on me?! It was bad enough believing I killed you for the past ten years! It was bad enough when you put a demon inside of me for six months!"

"I'm not dead," He said as I threw my door open, "Therefore, you didn't kill me."

I chuckled to myself and shoved him out of the way.

"I thought I did," I snapped as I descended down the stairs, "But like every thing else in my life, I was wrong! Wasn't I?"

I picked up my sleeping daughter from where she was lying on the couch, surrounded by pillows, cuddling her close to my chest as I walked through the living room into the kitchen. I ignored my brother.

"Our wedding," I slammed my ring on the table in front of Pierce, "Is not going to happen."

I barely registered the hurt look in his eyes before I stomped out the front door to the house, not looking back.

He had crossed the line. He had risked my daughters safety. And I was done.

I got in my car and I drove away, only looking back as the thought of Pierce crossed my mind.

My hands clenched on the steering wheel as I remembered the heartbreaking look on his face.

But I couldn't go back.

My past had caught up with me, ruining the little fantasy bubble I had created for myself. And if I went back, I would have to face all of my past when people started asking questions.

I pressed my foot on the gas, watching as the speedometer quickly reached a hundred twenty.

And I got the hell away from my past. I got away from everything.