RANCOR

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 was back. There were tears filled with pain.

Not these though.

These were filled with joy.

After being beat for continuous years, she never thought she would be feeling this emotion again.

Valery sat across from her father. He seemed tired almost as if he was having the life being drained from him.

Ironically, he was.

He was slumped over the kitchen table with a knife plunged into the bad of his head. Blood traveling down the side of his face and onto the wooden top. His neck was sliced open in a 'V'. Valery smirked at her signature labeling for her victims. Creative truly.

She takes a bite out of her cereal as a genuine smile came across her face.

"Good morning. How was your sleep?"