The Shades Of Killers

Chapter 10

No. It can't be. I can't take it again. NO NO NO. I don't believe this. No...

Flashback.

"Don't tell your dad ok?" My mom quietly whispered in my ear, wearing a kind smile on her face.

I slowly nodded, unsure what to do or say.

"Alright. What do you say when we get back home?"

"..."

"What. Do. You. Say. Honey?" Mom asked me sweetly, her piercing brown eyes staring into my soul.

"Mommy and I went to grandma's to visit her again. Grandma had a fever the other day. Mommy and I went to check on her..." I mumbled, looking in every other direction to avoid eye contact with my mom.

"Good." She smiled, stuffing a piece of candy that clearly is rotting in my hand as she started to walk slowly back to our home.

Bitch. 8 year old me thought as I balled my fist until my knuckles were white, squeezing the candy. Moments later, a cracking sound was heard and I released my balled fist to find the rotting candy shattered, a small moth flying out of it. I dusted my hands to reveal four deep bleeding marks. Probably from my fingernails when I shattered the candy. I smiled and licked the pouring blood on my small hand.

"Never waste food. " I quietly giggled to myself, starting to catch up to mom.

Flash.

I sat on the sofa, emotionless as I watched mom and her boyfriend having a full on make out session in the living room of his house, ignoring me completely. My mom's boyfriend pulled away suddenly and looked at me in sympathy. He grabbed a pack of bread he bought this morning and chucked it to me. 9 year old me caught it and started to nibble on it as my mom and her boyfriend, which I gave the nickname of uncle two, ran into his bedroom linking hands and smiling. I hear the door slam shut. Good. I pulled out my earphones from my pocket and blasted heavy metal music to the full volume so I don't hear anything, if you know what I mean. I walked to the kitchen and locked myself in there, playing with a coloring app while listening to my music and chomping away on the bread uncle two chucked me earlier.

I remember when I was a child, I was never very innocent, thanks to those two sluts.

Flash.

"Hey! Raven, did you know there's another baby upstairs? " Vita, my younger cousin said to me, a grin on her face.

"What? What do you mean? " I asked, kind of confused.

Vita grabbed my grandma's phone and showed me a video. It showed my mom rubbing a new born baby with essential oil.

Now it all made sense. It was when I went on vacation with my friends. Perfect timing you slut. When my mom, her friends and I went on a train to Brighton, the lady asked if she was pregnant, she said yes. When we entered, she shook her head at me and never spoke. I dropped it after that. after about 5 months, my mom left for no reason and my grandma lived with me in dad's house for about 6 months. Then there was me and my grandma on vacation with my friends together for 1 month. Just on that year, my dad was in Canada. It all adds up now. Wow bitch. A lot of effort put into that didn't you? I thought I was gonna be ok, but I don't know why, I nodded to Vita and climbed to bed, crying for no reason.

On that year, I was 12. 

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Author's Note:

Oh shit. This is Raven's childhood if you didn't realize, which you probably did. There's gonna be more parts about 'The Past of THE Killer' later. (See what I did there? *finger guns*)

*Congrats if you see this*

Raven's past was based on a true story.