Rylie's POV
I could feel the pain, burning in my wrists. Pain. That must mean I'm still alive. Where was I? Oh yeah that's right, tied up by the man that murdered my father. I opened my eyes, quickly scanning the room for movement. Just as I was deciding it was safe, the door opened and Heather stepped in, carrying a knife. She was obviously no longer the bubbly girl I had known in school, the girl that seemed so innocent.
"Awake are we? That's a first," she leered.
"I don't understand... What are you doing here? Why are you working together with this man?" I asked, confusion colouring my words.
Her lips turned up into a sinister smirk. "Isn't it obvious? I knew you were stupid... But this is just pathetic. He's my father."
Of course. He even told me he had a baby... I should have seen it coming.
"Oh... Okay. So why are you here?" I tried innocently.
"Haha you'd like to know wouldn't you? Well let me tell you. My father was in a prison for 13 years, leaving me to live a orphanage. Do you know what it's like living in an orphanage? No, you don't, because your mother isn't stuck in prison. Well it's hell. When my father broke out I thought I would finally be together with him, have someone who cared about me. But all he ever talked about was you and your stupid mother, he didn't even care about me at all. So the solution is simple; I get rid of you and your mother, and I'll have my father all to myself," she said, breaking into a deranged laugh.
My breath stocked in my throat, making me choke. She was going to kill me. She was actually going to do it, I could see it in the mad glint of her eyes. And my mom... Even though she never really treated me like a daughter I didn't wish a slow painful death for her, which would probably be the case looking at the psychotic girl before me.
"What? The cat got your tongue? You don't have any last words? No? Okay well let me get started then, don't want my father to come home before I'm done with you. He wouldn't be pleased."
With that she started towards me, the knife trembling in her hand. As she cut into me I dreamed about all the things I wanted to do, all the things I would never be able to do. That was my final thought as my mind soared away for the last time.
