At the age of 8, Athena was adopted by a man named John cooke and his 9 year old niece, Casey cooke....athena thought life would get better but sadly it doesn't....its just like how it was with her real parents...abusive rapist....athena starts to d...
I sat there in the back of the place with my sister next to me.
"Happy birthday me!" I cringed at the sound of Claire's annoying ass voice...shes known as the barbie of the school...gets what ever she wants.
"Happy birthday!" People screamed
*Oh, my God! THEIR LOUD!* I could hear Ruby shout in my head, I nodded and sat there, listening to barbie talk to her dad...Marcia, her stuck up best friend right at her side...like always
"Dad, I Invited everyone in my art class especially the two weirdos over there, I'm not a monster, am i?" Claire asked
*Can I kill her now?* Dyson asked *not in public, Dyson...maybe later* i spoke in my head
"No darling....it doesn't make you a monster...I'm proud of you" Her dad spoke
"They both get detention a lot for yelling at the teachers....but Athena over there.....She gets into fight...and never loses one." Claire says
"I heard that when shes about to fight her eyes and posture change....shes like a military badass...she also gives me the creeps" Marcia looks at me as I smirk but looks away as soon as we made eye contact.
I look at my sister who looks like she was about to cry. I grabbed her hand causing her to look at me..
"What's wrong?" She smiles and shakes her head....nothing. I looked up to see Claire's dad standing in front of us.
"Yes?" I asked
"You two need a ride?"
"We're going to take a bus" I nodded as I got Casey up...but barbies father stepped in and grabbed my hand.
"Nonsense...I'll drive you home" I chuckled darkly, scaring both girls in the back.
"Fine, come on Casey" I grabbed her hand, intertwining our fingers as we walked to their car. Once in the car, I sat in front as Casey sat in back with barbie one and two....the two started talking about boys which made me groan.
*Do they ever shut up?* Ruby shouted causing me to jump as they door to the drivers side opened and closed. I stared out the window.....
"Hey!....sir, I think you got the wrong car" I hear Claire speak before the sound of a spray bottle went off. I ever so slowly looked over at the man.
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He was a bald man...not much hair....probably in his 20s or 30s. He looked me directly in the eye before placing a mask on his nose.
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He then reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the spray again.
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He sprayed it into my face...all I saw was nothing but darkness.
