I walk towards the door and ring the doorbell continuously. It is suspiciously quiet for 11 men in one house. The door is pulled open by a very angry Justin who openly glares at me while I look at him innocently. He rolls his eyes before letting me in.
Justin follows behind me as I walk into the living room to find every single one of my brothers glaring at Asher as he glares back. Neither one backed down. I let a little chuckle slip as everyone then turned to face me. I show no emotion as I stare back at them.
"What do you think you are doing here?"
No one mutters a single word or answers the question.
"We want to know what happened." Carlo mumbled quietly
My glare hardens as I look at them. For years I took care of myself and never needed anyone, but I had always wanted the family bond. The love, the support. The way they cared, but I gave up on that years ago right after I was shown what love does to people and how it turns them sick and twisted.
It took me years to get past it and as much as I like to believe I'm over it. I never will be. It forever lives in the back of my mind, a constant reminder of how truly broken I will forever be but I'm fine with that because I learned what a truly broken person was capable of and then I became it.
My monsters were never under my bed. They were and are forever in my head. Growing up they lived next door as well but when I got my strength I gutted the bitches from the inside out.
They wanted a fight. So I brought the fucking war. You'd think people learn, but it's quite pathetic how many people get addicted to the false pretences of love. It's a drug and it kills. People will do anything to numb the pain when it does but not even a gun to the head and the pull of a trigger could mend the broken. I gave up on that shit a long time ago.
Even after I watched the children with the loving families parade around everyday. I was soon grateful that I didn't. It was a weakness I could never afford.
I am not the little girl that fears the darkness. No, now I embrace it as it will forever be my home. The light in me was snuffed out a long time ago and part of those responsible for turning me into the bitch I am today are standing in front of me looking at the ground ashamed as they know they fucked up. If only they saved me from hell after I was sent away. I'm glad they didn't though. I never would have learned how truly horrid everything is.
People do terrible things for the people they love. I have witnessed it first hand multiple times. I watched my best friend put a gun to her head and commit because of the love and heartbreak she held for a stupid boy who I then killed. I fucking made him suffer.
So they can take a big fuck you and leave before their last sight on this earth is of me with the barrel of my gun being held to their forehead and I can promise I won't hesitate to pull the trigger. I am forever the weapon they made me and I'm fucking proud of it.
"Get the fuck out before I shoot off everyone of your fucking dicks, you dumb fucking cunts."
I stare at them as they all walk out and leave. I then walk to my office and try to get some work done. My mind was going a mile a minute and I couldn't turn it off so I sat back in my chair and watched out the window as time flew by. Justin nor Asher disturbed me as they knew I needed space.
I was up most of the night not moving as my mind flashed through my childhood and every other aspect of my life going through things I wish never to forget and things I wish I could.
VOUS LISEZ
Dark Dreams
ActionAlissa was sent away after being framed by her mother and twin sister. But when she gets arrested for the 4th time that week her family is called. She isn't the same girl she was 15 years ago. TW Abuse Drugs Alcohol Cursing