Kill or be killed

Lies. Lies. Lies.

A/N: so I'm editing all the chapters rn because..the writing isn't that great. I wrote this story in 2018 and never looked back. But looking back now I really hate the way I wrote it. There's many mistakes and the language is just...cringy ig?
I've changed all the chapters above.
This chapter and the rest I haven't edited yet. It could get confusing, best thing you can do for it to make Sense is wait a bit While I finish editing the other chapters.
If you are continuing from here. Good luck 🤞

Questions flooded my mind.
I-i killed her.
Guess I'll have to do it again.
I was ready to pull the trigger when Hunter came barging in.
"Veronica wha- hey, hey put the gun down".
He said grabbing onto my arm.
He looked at her confused and then to me.

"Who the hell is that".
He questions, I put the gun down facing him.
"That's my mother who i supposedly killed 13 years ago".

He knotted his brows together processing what I just said. So was I, I remember killing her. Everything single bit.
"How the fuck are you alive".
She comes closer to touch my face but I slap her hand away.
"Lost your fucking tongue. Speak"

"I-i can't believe your alive. You survived from your father.
I can't believe I'm looking at you. You've grown into such a beautiful woman".

I scoffed at her comment.
"Well if theres one thing about me. It's that I fucking hate repeating myself.
How are you alive. And what. Are. You. Doing. Here.
She looks down to the floor.

"Veronica I never meant to hurt you. I was so lost in my mind I forgot where I was. Who I was. I treated you like garbage. Like some useless thing. Your Father, oh when I met that man, he was the sweetest person. Romantic. Handsome and loving.
But one day something just clicked. He became a heartless person.
You. You never did anything he was going through his own problems and he learnt that caring would get you killed. So he stopped".

Bullshit. Complete bullshit.
"Listen to me. That man is not my Father. He lost his daughter the day he first put his hand on me. You never cared for me. You took advantage of me. You just wanted money, drugs and some other bullshit.
You forgot that you had a child, a child who had to grow up alone. A child who wished she was never born. The only reason you kept me was for money Or you would have put me up for adoption"

I took a deep breath wanting to scream. I've never felt so angry and broken at the same time. Hunter put his hand on my arm slowly rubbing it. I feel calm next to him.

"I'm here so you can hear the truth.
The truth on everything. As much as you hate me. Just listen"

What do I do.
I'm just feel like killing her. All my life. No, half of my life was ruined because of her.
But I deserve to know the truth.
"Fine. But give me a minute. Go wait in the living room"
She nodded and left.
Hunter wrapped his arms around me and I sunk my head into his chest.

"Look. I think if you listen to her, it will make things easier for both of us. You will get all the answers you want"
He said running his hand down my hair.
"Well I'm tired as hell, I mean I woke up and you weren't there. I was to scared to come because I thought you were going to prank me".
He let out a deep laugh.
God I'm so happy I have this man in my life.
"Go to bed. I'll come later".
He kisses me and then leaves.

I took a deep breath and went into the room.
She was playing with the hem of her dress. She's nervous.

I sat down leaving a big gap between us.
"I want to know everything. Not a single detail missing".
She nodded and moved closer to me.

"When you shot me multiple times. At least 10.
You hit a lot of places that could have killed me. I was bleeding out to death when you left me, I didn't blame you. I deserved it.
I was ready to die, but your Father found me and to be honest he was worried about me. No matter what he did he still cared. So he brought me to his private doctor so questions wouldn't be asked. It took so long but I somehow healed.
I learnt that. No one in García family dies that easily. He told me to never stay in contact with you. That you were dangerous".

A tear slipped down her cheek. She wasn't done.
"What else"

"What do you mean. I'm done".
Again with the lies.
"Mother. Fucking tell me. I'm really not in the mood".

"I'm not your biological mother".