"You know, what I really crave for at the moment?"
I whispered with a smoky tone, leaning closer to his non-existent face. "Your death..." My tone became quieter as I jabbed the knife into his torso, repeatedly.
The dark reddish blood was flowing...
“New people can be effective with us more than familiar ones.”
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I detached his hand from mine and swallowed as I saw that blurry face again with some memories that I didn’t recall before the accident day. I was alarmed by his presence, I was starting to realize my mom's reason for killing him.
Although I anticipated it may be true, I still couldn't believe that the man who sexually abused me was my father; I knew I hadn't seen my father's picture as I didn't recognize him. Despite that, how can a father do that to his daughter? We shared the same blood how could he sexually abuse me? It was unthinkable yet explained so much, in the end, I chose to deny the blasphemous truth.
I shook my head. “You did nothing,” my tone was wobbly from what happened to me that day. I knew what happened wasn't genuinely his fault, but it was his deranged ex-girlfriend, Jessie Kennedy.
All it took was Mr. In-Love-At-First-Sight had wished out loud to have an opportunity with the woebegone little princess I am, all in front of Regina George. Only, it seems we were graced with the lunatic version.
After school, I was loitering, waiting for Henry to finish his class, yet he never came. I was waiting for him alone when everyone else was gone, even his sister had vanished. I didn't bother even to think where she was, I reckoned that she made herself new friends and went out with them. But Henry, he wasn’t Hannah Blake and wouldn’t evaporate like this.
Where was he? I didn’t know at that time. After a while, Jessie came to me and asked if I could help her. It was then that I was now Dimwit-Daisy because I agreed. I didn't know what she was planning, I didn't even have the notion of the fact she was a wickedly-spoiled daddy's daughter who had a maniac love for Liam.
I helped her out, I wish time could reverse to change my decision. The pussy-men, I knew they had penises, of course, but men who abused women had no right to own them. Jessie was the one who made them do this to me, I was abused by men all because of a girl that wasn’t loved by her ex-boyfriend.
That's how I ended up in the hospital, that's how my first day at a new school concluded. However, I could never blame Liam, he was the one who helped me, even if it was a little too late. Who knows where I would have been if he wasn't there?
“Daisy, are you sure?” His forehead puckered with his question. I nodded with a wary smile surfaced on my lips, which caused them to throb from the dark bruise still forming on my right lip.
The doctor ambled toward us after he checked the patient next to me, he took a glance at me, then kept asking a few questions about my condition and how I felt. My reply to each question was very matter-of-fact until he got to the last question.
