The Beckams

Part2: The beating

Authors note: I've decided to just move into my story.

I lived in Manchester for roughly 4 years. In those fours years I trained to kill under my grandfather. I was the best there was in the family besides my grandfather. I was the favorite child which made my father jealous. He set out to get rid of me, his only daughter. He loved my other brothers Martin especially. Martin was always the mommas boy though he was never interested in learning in how to kill. Then there was Max who was Martin's twin. They did everything together except Max did learn how to kill, but he wasn't nearly as good as me. I was soon put in my grandfathers will, removing my father from it. This finally broke my father and be tried to attack me in my sleep with a kitchen knife. Considering all the training I went through I reacted effortlessly. When I realized who my attacker was I was shocked which made me drop my guard. He cut my bicep as I shrieked in pain he was coming down with the knife aiming for my heart. I successfully blocked the attack then pushed him off. My mother luckily heard the scream and came running in seconds after I blocked his attack. My father purposely cut his hand to make it seem like I attacked him. My mother believed him and screamed at me and saying I was a disgrace and I didn't belong in her family and that I needed to move in with my grandparents. I was devastated. This was all my fathers fault!!