Chapter 4: Blood sweating tears...

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I stripped myself of all my clothing. I only have my bra and underwear on. I just stare at my body in the mirror before me. All I see is whip and stab marks. Memories is all it is. Yes, just memories.

My bang is pinned up, so where my right eye is exposed. It's just black and purple. With a huge gash in the middle. I remember now;

Father was drunk and angry with me, for no reason. He started yelling and slapping me. The punches and the kicks. I couldn't stand them. He started to kick me in the ribs but I dodged and slapped him. Hard. I remember the wide eyes and the silence between us.

"Andistella! How dare you?" he asked sternly,

"I don't know I'm sorry!" I plead him.

"You will be!" he yelled. He left the room and returning with a long knife. He darted to stab me, but he missed. Instead the knife went through my right eye.

Everytime I cry blood tears comes from that eye. Staining my face. I can't see through it either. But whenever it's uncovered, I feel much stronger.

I was 10 years old when that happened. I decided that enough was enough. And I went into my room and tried my absolute best to kill myself. It didn't work.

Over the years the beatings became more painful and harder to forget. When I turned 16 my father was in his early thirties. When he sent me back to the orphanage. At the orphanage I received beatings and more marks from 'her'. Constance Evers. She beat me like no one else. When I turned eighteen, I was on my way to my daily beating. I plotted to kill her. And to my pleasure with her own weapon. That whip.

As I hit her I laughed. The way she did to me. Her wounds were very deep. I took a vase and threw it at her head. It broke into a lot of small SHARP pieces. I took one and stabbed it into her heart. Killing her. Blood stained my hands and clothes. A smile stained on my face.

That same night I escaped and returned to the manor. He had a new wife and a son around my age. I must say he was handsome. I walked into the house making as much noise as possible. Blood all over me. From my tears and the body of Constance.

"Who's there?" my father asked walking into the room. His family following close behind.

"Me." I said calmly. With a smile on my face. Once he saw me he froze, dumbfounded as always.

"Andistella!" is all he managed to get out.

"Seth who is she?" his wife asked still staring.

"S-she's no one dear." he says. Failing to comfort her.

"Oh really? I'm no one to you? How stupid of you to act. You bastard." I laugh darkly at him. His son stares at me with feeling in his eyes. It wasn't fear or lust. It was care. And sincerity. Something that I always wanted. But never got.

"Get out!" my father or 'Seth' screamed at me. I smirked and walked to him.

"No." I said still smiling. He looked shocked for moment then turned to fear. I'm stronger than him now. Nothing can harm me.

"What do you want?" he asked clinging to his wife for dear life. Who is just standing there. Sad.

"Revenge."

"For what!?"

"What you've done. Look at me. You did all this." I removed my clothes and showed him every scar every mark he left. That I didn't deserve.

"Seth! Who is she?! And why does she have all those marks on her? Did you do that?" his wife asked frantically. He mumbled something. Something to make her back away from him and grab onto her son instead.

"I did. And she's my daughter." Seth

said shamefully. I think my heart broke.

"What?"

"But I love you! She is my past life! And you and Ramone are my future. Please. Please." he begged them. I couldn't help the tears to stop streaming down my eyes. I started to

cry hard. Ramone ran to me and hugged me tightly. I hugged him back and needed the comfort. I was soon snatched away harshly and thrown on the floor.

"I hate you!" I screamed at him.

"Shut up!" he slapped me hard. Leaving his wife and son to watch. They just stared. Mouth wide open. I would be scared too.

"Stop!" Ramone screamed. He ran to me and hugged me looking father straight in his eyes. I just sat there. Happy.

"I won't let you hurt her anymore. It's a pain to watch! How could you?"

"I don't know! I don't want her! You and Megan please go! I don't want you to see this." Ramone looked at me and caressed my cheek. I held his hand there and mumbled a 'thank you' and he let go smiling. But it turned a scowl as soon as he turned to Seth.

"No." it was a defensive tone but he knew what he was doing. I got up and slapped my father who fell on the floor bleeding.

"I'm guessing you started a new family. New wife, son, life. New everything!"

"What? Megan is my fiancé and Ramone is her best friends son who she is taking care of for the time

being!"

"Nice save. But I'm afraid it's not enough to save you from death now is it?" I asked with a smile. He got up and ran outside. I ran after him pushing him to the ground. I pull out my dagger and stab him repeatedly until I got tired. When I turn back looking straight into Ramone's fear-filled eyes.

"I-" I was cut off by a hug.

"I'm sorry." he whispered.

"Your not afraid?"

"Why should I be?" he pulled away and stared straight into my eyes.

"I-I donno. I just killed someone. And you watched. I would be afraid." he responded with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"I promise to protect you. If you promise to do the same for me." he said calmly.

"I promise." and we topped the night off together searching for a new home. Never leaving each others side.

Ever since then, we have been getting in and out of trouble together. After that night I dyed my hair blood red in remberance of the best night in my life.

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