Valery sits up flipping her pitch-black hair over her shoulder, quickly making her way into the kitchen after grabbing a bowl of cereal. She was back home. She couldn't believe it though after crying so many times to God, that she could leave. She w...
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The one-story house cried due to the wild wind on its sides. Spider webs had covered the windows and dark corners around this prison. Everything surrounding this house was decaying along with the memories.
The door to an innocent female's room busted open and slammed against the wall. A man in his mid-fifties walked into the room. His body smelt of must and deep anger. Jose ran up to the female and grabbed her by her curls.
"WAKE UP!" He yelled, sending a fist flying towards her wide frightened eye. She whimpered loudly, as a cut formed underneath her eye.
"I'm up!" She cried, waving her hands in front of her face. His expression grew neutral.
"You look like your mother." He let out a heavy sigh which he kept in for years. Valery looked down at her hands, trying her very hardest to have minimum eye contact with her oppressor. She couldn't understand why her father was angry with her and how she could avoid his weekly beatings. Valery looked up at her father and the only thing she could make out was a rage.
"I hate it."
He approached the door while chucking wildly.
"Don't miss the bus." He stated while slamming it closed behind him.
Valery dropped down to the ground. Holding onto her stomach as painful cries wrenched from her body, making her shake compulsively. She couldn't help the way she looked.
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Wicked. The only thing turning green on her was her heart. It was rotten by the harsh words of reality by the hands of her father. She was the only thing her mother had left behind.
Valery opened her eyes.
She had grown. They were no longer holding fear in them, but instead, it was determination. She was ready to seek revenge.
Valery sat in front of the man she had called father and couldn't help but feel as if she was waiting her entire life for this opportunity. Her father's head was slumped over on the kitchen table with a thick red liquid dripping down the side of his head and neck. A sharp kitchen knife was placed in the back of his head, as his neck sported a 'v'.
Signature letter.
She was proud of her work. It would teach everybody who thought they could raise a threatening hand to her, that she was going to get hers. Violence wasn't usually her thing, although the scene in front of her obviously said something totally different.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"
Valery frowned at the silence. She tilted her head to the side in confusion.
"You must be hungover again." She stood up from her seat and walked to her father. She placed a gentle kiss on the side of his head as a satisfied tear rolled down her face.
"Tell mom I said hi." Valery whispered, walking to the front door collecting her high heels. She stopped to glance over her shoulder.
"Don't miss the bus." She demanded coldly, before strutting out of the house. - Hey, y'all!
Just came back to edit this chapter. Nothing major though. I'm trying to become dedicated during my writing process. Trying to make it neat and organized as possible.
