The Slave and Her Owner

Dead

"I remember, Grace." I said barely audible. I cringed at how weak and defeated my voice sounded but I couldn't help it. I helped murder an innocent family for my own selfish reasons just like I did my own and now I have to reap what I sow. I'll take a bullet for Van and I, but I won't let her go with me.

"You remember, do you? Where did you kill them?" She asked menacingly. I could hear the hate and venom drip off her tongue towards her parents' killers. I wouldn't blame her if I found the ones who had done the same to mine.

"In your family's convenience store. While Van was getting the money, your mom and dad came out. Van smashed her head against the counter and I stabbed your dad in the side." Angry tears fell from Grace's eyes and Van seemed to have finally recalled that night as well. The weapon was shaking in her hands as it was aimed towards me.

"You two killed the only people I loved. I was tormented at school. Nobody liked me and every time I came home with tears, they were always there. So when they died, I think you guys can imagine how I felt. After all, our parents are all dead. Atleast I didn't cause mine to die though, unlike you two. How does it feel, huh? To murder someone's parents because you didn't have your own?" I gritted my teeth at her idiotic assumptions.

"You don't know what we've been through, Grace. We killed to survive because that's how we were raised. You weren't forced into slavery like us. You weren't beaten by a whip. You weren't told by your masters how worthless you are. You weren't raped by your owner and then told how ugly you are. Those bullies you had at school are nothing compared to what Van and I have experienced. You had a family to go home to." A lot of things were running through my head as I had said all I wanted to get out. I thought Grace would have pulled the trigger by now, which came to me as a surprise. What startled me more was Grace taking her shirt off and Van and I looked at each other questioningly.

We both barely gasped as we looked back at Grace shirtless. White and dark lines were placed along her torso and shoulders. She made a show of turning around and deeper, darker scars were marked down her back. Some even looked worse than mine and Van's.

I cautiously walked towards her and ran my fingers over her scarred back. Grace flinched at my touch but stayed still. Van did the same as I and we both felt the deep ones. She sighed as we motioned for her to put her shirt back on.

"So you still think that I don't know what you two have been through?" We shook our heads in sorrow for Grace. "The thing about the justice system in this pathetic world is when a child has lost their parents to crime, death, or abandonment, the children go to supposedly better suited people. But those people make the world out to be hell. They make us call them masters when they're supposed to be parents." I reached out to place my hand in Grace's. She hesitantly grabbed a hold of my hand and laced her fingers in mine. "Shortly after their death, I was placed in a home with an abusive man. He would put us in cages and leave us for days. When he came back, he would ask for one child at a time. I would beg to be that lucky slave. But when my time came," Grace paused with tears starting to brim in her eyes, " he whipped me. After that he raped me and called me his bitch."

The room was silent after that. Van made a move to comfortingly rub Grace's back. Small tears had fallen from her eyes and I wiped them away for her.

"I'm sorry, Grace. We didn't know. I actually went through the same thing." I apologized to Grace. She made quiet sobs that reminded me of Van's when we were kids. A sob that caused my heart to break.

"I know. I didn't spend all that time hunting you down for nothing." She said with a laugh. I wasn't sure if I should bring up the question or not but it was still racking in my head.

"Do you still want to avenge your parents?" I asked carefully. Grace nodded her head making me sigh in relief.

"I can't kill you and bring them back to life. That's just not how it works." She said sadly. "I still have records of all of our past masters though. I should probably burn them or something." Grace said as she moved to the cabinet to pour herself a drink. She popped the cork off and grabbed a glass from the shelf. I looked at Van and her eyes widened as if an idea had just come to her.

"What if we get out revenge that way?" Grace and I both looked at Van as we waited for her to continue. "We use those records to track them down and kill them." I honestly didn't mind the idea of getting back to my old bad habits. Only because whatever Van wanted, I had to do it for her. It was all up to Grace now.

"So you want us three to go back to our past tormentors and murder them? How do you feel about this, Hannah?" She looked at me with eyebrows raised.

"I do what Van wants." I sighed as I  placed my head in my hand causing Van to smile and kiss my cheek. Grace thought for a minute.

"Let me sleep on it. It's not like I have anything better to do and I can barely get any sleep at night because of them." Grace downed the rest of her alcohol, wiped her mouth, and looked at us. "Fuck it. I'm in." Van and I clapped hands as we moved to Grace bringing her in for a group hug.

"We're going to kick so much ass." I cheered. Our joyous moment was over and I thought of how eventful today was. We still need to clean I the remains of Ashley and keep a lookout for Van and I. I'll have Van sleep next to me at night so I can watch over her and find a way to discreetly get rid of all weapons in this house.

I should be dead right now.

A/N:

Again I'm sorry to how sucky and short these chapters are but I need them to make the next ones better. Forgive me.

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