Serial killers daughter

One

The dark and dirty street was empty not a soul around besides me and my father. I took a pice of pipe from along the road and smashed the movement cameras leaping from street lamp to street lamp. There was a climbable side of a building that I moved up onto the ruff. The air was breezy as it blows my black long hair.

    quickly i took my knife out of my side belt cutting the electricity line. Sparks flew bouncing off the ruff of the house onto the street. I leaped down of the house landing on the road my Knuckles cracked as they hit the ground. Sticking my knife back in my pocket i walked over to dad.

    "finished" i said holding out my hand. He put money in it i then clenched it with my fist wadding it up. I hope your happy i yelled at him as i walked away. My dark boots and black hoodie and pants blending in with the night.

From a distance i could hear the faint screams of someone's life being taken for my fathers own pleasure. I have never looked up to him but he has taught everything there is to know about the fighting and killing world more then i wanted to know. For years he trained me to beat up people and how to kill them with one snap of the neck.

    I knew i was not just an ordinary 18 year old girl there were things I couldn't even explain that i have done. So many lives i have threatened and so many killed i just wish things were normal but they couldn't be. Waiting for my dad at home i take some aspirin to relax my body.

    The scars on my body marking were i have been memories to forget. There was a draft that lifted in our old brown house I couldn't help but believe there was someone here. there was a ledge on the ceiling that i jumped up on. But who could even find this house its way out of sight.

Right under me i saw brown hair i jumped down on top of him holding him in a choke hold. Who are you?! I yelled WERE DID YOU COME FROM?!

He faintly said"I was just looking for a place to stay for the night i was lost" i then released him but not letting go of his wrists.

Turning him around to face me looking straight into his eye "get out of here" clenching my teeth I shaved him out the door. Knowing if my father came home he would not live. I slammed the old wooden door after he fell in the dirt i spat on the ground. He is an idiot! I yelled throwing a glass cup against the wall.

I ran upstairs and looked around my bare room all there was is a bed with grey sheets, grey blanked, grey pillow in the corner there was a small night stand and the side wall was filled with illegal weapons and knives. I cracked my neck walking to the built in closet. Slipping PJs on grey sweatpants and a black sweatshirt then climbing into my bed there was a spider on the wall i took the knife i hid behind my pillow and sliced its head leaving the dangling parts and blood on the wall.

    I put my knife back behind my pillow and drifted off to a deep sleep.

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Hey so this is my first chapter its really short but i hope you like it please comment
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