Fire Armed

Prologue

What if I told you I'm not what you think? That I'm a lie? That I did deleterious thing that I will never be able to take back? Would you still love me? Would you love a monster?

See.

No one ever loves the bad guy. But why? Why would they do these awful things? Where human. I don't kill to kill; I kill to save. You weren't there. You didn't see what I sore, the loss and death I had seen but what people don't know was why?

Why I killed my stepdad. They should know. They should have believed me before it was too late? Before I was arrested for a murder and had rotted for 4 years.

I never even had to go to high school. I never had to go but know I do.

I must go to the place all this started.

Home

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I stood there not knowing what to do. The moon light glinting off the glass windows that surround the house I once called home. A slight hum could be heard from outside, as my family talk and argue with each other. Laughter and playful conversations, all around happiness. the glee practically rolling off their lips as they spook. It makes me sick to think that they forgot me. Forgot what today is. Forgot that its been 4 years since my sentence.

The doubts running through my head as seconds turn to minutes.

What if they reject me?

Would they?

My worries increase as time fly's. Come on Blair you can do this, just walk to the front door and ring the door bell. You can do this.

The air around me starts to thin out, I'm having a panic fucking attack. Just breathe. In. out. In. out. I can do this. I'm a Amor, Blair Amor. I'm strong and fearless.

Once my breathe is at a more stable rate I get the carriage to walk to the door. My heart is beating at an increasing level. lub-DUB,lub-DUB, lub-DUB. I can do this, was all I could repeat in my crowded head.

My hand makes contact to the cold wooden door. The surface of my knuckles skimming the brown timber. Chills spread down my body at the memory's I've had here, good and bad but mostly bad. Without hesitation I knock on the front door to the realization that there is a door bell.

"Sebastian, can you get the door for me" requested a hard voice to which I believe is to be my Grandma. Last lime I had sore her was the day before everything started. She is a quite short women at about 5'2 but slightly rounded, not too much but at a, I eat health but don't have the energy to workout kinder way.

I hadn't realized that the door had opened yet but when I did all my fears crashed and burned.

There stood my older brother, Sebastian.

Sebastian was the only person how had believed me; he knew what precious daddy was like.

Before I could say or do anything Sebastian pretty much jumped on to me and squash me to death with his bone arms.

Sebastian was never one for any physical activities or going to the gym. He was tall like dad was at about 6'2 while I'm at a height of 5'7. He has grown some face hair and even gave himself a fuckboy hair cut. His slender frame covered by some old sweats.

The hug had remand for one to many seconds. "I've missed you so much" soft chocks left my throat. I miss you too, was all I wanted to say but I can't. I can't speak. I'm speechless. Sebastian and my hug fest were broken up by a little voice from behind.

"Sebastian wants taking so long. Mom's finished making dinner. She told me to tell you that the food is going to get cold. Seba..." The little boys voice cut short as a confused expression takes over his face.

I most have had one as well since moments later Sebastian answered my unanswered question, hows things?

"Blair, this is Jakob. His our brother"