The Devil Within

The Devil Within

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At the age of 5 he left me confused and left my mother to pick up her and mine broken hearts. At the age 11 I understood what he meant after it had been eating me alive for years on end. At age 11 I became stronger than I ever hoped or realize after that man tore me and my mom to shreds emotionally. By age 12 I was head of the household, taking care of my mom and myself. And now at 21 I fully understand why I am here and I am going to get revenge for me and my mother and make my father regret ever breathing the same air as my mom once did and creating me. Because at the end of the day, the creation my father wanted so badly until the age of 5 finally learned the truth and I'm willing to destroy heaven, hell, and everything in-between just to watch him choke on his own blood and take his head off his shoulders. He is going to get everything he wanted, I just wonder now if he is willingly to pay the price.
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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