Hatred Novel – I cried out as the metal end of the belt tore through my back. My father pulled it back only to strike again with more ferocity. All my brothers and my 6-year-old twin laughed. “Quit weeping! If it wasn’t for you, mother would be here. You killed her”. Andrea said. “I didn’t kill her.” I croaked, she died after giving birth to me and my sister. Father grabed my hair and draged me out the front doors, dumped me at some random alley in the city. A truck pulls up at the mouth of the alley and two figures start moving towards me. They dragged me to the truck, tied my hands and legs. I was sobbing as the truck started, hating my ‘family’ for leaving me all alone and now these people had kidnapped me. Little did I know that what awaited me at the end of the journey was far worse then my ‘family’.
Once upon a time, there lived a girl in a castle full of monsters. I cried out as the metal end of the belt tore through my back. My father pulled it back only to strike again with more ferocity. All my brothers and my 6-year-old twin laughed and sneered at the sound that escaped my mouth. Their laugh felt like salt to my already bleeding wounds. Only Francisco didn’t laugh but he wasn’t doing anything else either. He never participated in their torment but does nothing to stop it either. This is my ‘family’, who are supposed to protect me from all harm not harm me. They are supposed to give me unconditional love, not unconditional pain. They are supposed to chase away my nightmares, not become the cause of them.
The next blow landed right over another one, making my shout turn into a scream and tears stream down my face. “Quit weeping!” My brother shouted at me and swang again. “If it wasn’t for you, mother would be here. You killed her”. Andrea said. “I didn’t kill her.” I croaked, which was the truth, she died after giving birth to me and my sister, but the sentence only seems to anger them more. All of them start beating me, this was nothing new for me, they beat me whenever they feel like it and I have somewhat gotten used to the pain. They hit, cut, stab, whip and burn me. When they are finished I can barely think beyond the pain. Father grabed my hair and draged me out the front doors, down the stairs and dumped me at the gravel path. “Get her out of my site and dump her somewhere for the night.” My father shouted at one of the many guards.
The guard processed to pick me up, place in one of the SUVs and dump me at some random alley in the city. This wasn’t the first time he left me out in the cold all night but this was the first time they left me out injured, its usually when I am not recovering from a beating. Even I knew that it isn’t safe for girls out alone. I was always able it make my way to my hiding place where I spend the nights. I lay on the dirty alley and try to take deep breaths to reduce the pain but it only worsened due to my cracked ribs. a truck pulls up at the mouth of the alley and two figures step out and start moving towards me. A hand griped my forearm and yanked me back, my bruised limbs screamed in agony. With that they both dragged me to the truck, tied my hands and legs, blindfolded and gagged me and threw me in the back. I was sobbing as the truck started, hating my ‘family’ for leaving me all alone and injured in the night. Now these people had kidnapped her.
Little did I know that what awaited me at the end of the journey was far worse then my ‘family’. “I have spotted the target. West wing, top floor, fourth window from the right.” I inform my friends. I lay down on my belly on the roof facing the window and set up my sniper gun. I hear shuffling in my earpiece indicating my friends are moving positions. After a few minutes, I pick up my binoculars and look around and spot Ash on the roof on my right with his riffle set and pointed towards the target. I look behind me towards the boundary wall to see Hazel hidden on the top with her gun ready to provide us cover in case we have to make a hasty escape. I make some final adjustments to the gun and point it at Alferov’s head. Ash doing the same to his second. “Shot locked on target.” I and Ash say simultaneously. I count to ten in my head and hear Lee’s voice.
“Loop initiated, you 60 seconds start……. Now.” Inhale. Exhale. “Fire.” I whisper. The recoil would have been enough to injure anyone’s shoulder but years of practice keep me steady. Through the eyepiece, I can see both our bullets embedded in the Bulgarian mafia leader’s and his second’s head. “The targets are dead.” I announce and pack my gear as fast as possible. I attach a grappling hook to the balcony railing and slide down without making a sound. Sprinting at full speed through the grass, I reach the wall at the same time as Ash. We both start climbing the ropes that Hazel tied. As we reach the top, neither of us is out of breath. The three of us quickly grapple down the other side and jog to where our bikes are hidden. Getting on, we ride away at full speed hearing commotion coming from the mansion. Suddenly I received a call.
“Speak.” I say in my cold and no-nonsense tone. “Ms. Relicta, good evening.” He says, his voice slightly shakey. “Um, we have a-a small si-situation here.” He strutters. I stay silent as to intimidate him, which works, as it always does. His voice grows more scared. “Yo-your foster par-parents were fou-found dead in-in an alley, a-a robbery go-gone wrong.” “Well then, get me new ones.” I say, irritated. “The-there is a prob-problem.Th-the police fou-found out ab-about th-them.” He says in barely more than a whisper. “They WHAT!?!?” I shout. If the police found them, I will be put in foster care or worse….. “The po-police ran th-the D-DNA test a-and found you-your match. Y-your family i-is eager to-to take you.
They ha-have ordered you-you to co-come to Ita-Italy to-tomorrow.” At that, I take a very deep breath and compose myself enough to say the next sentence with frightening calm. “Greyhill, start the preparations for your funeral and don’t bother to buy a coffin, I won’t be leaving a body to bury.” “I a-am so sor-sorry ma’am, ma’am I …..” I didn’t bother to hear the rest of his apology. I disconnect and throw the phone at the wall with all my strength, shattering it to pieces. I give myself 60 seconds to let the anger overcome me. I punched the wall with ten years of bottled-up fury. Even after everything that happened they dare to claim me as their daughter. They dare ‘order’ me to come back, like a dog when they blame me for my mother’s death, even though she didn’t die from childbirth……. Just as suddenly as my outburst started, it ended.
I look down at my knuckles, they are a bloody mess but I don’t feel anything other than unending anger. But my 60 seconds are over and I regain my composure. The rest of the anger has to stay under lock and key. They were the ones who were always wrong, they blamed me, an infant, for my mother’s death and abused me for years. And I hate them for it. I hate them. And if they are so eager to have me back, they would be feeling slightly guilty. Even if they fall on their knees and lick my shoes, I will not forgive them. I’d be idiot if I forgave them. They left me to die in that alley or worse, and it was the ‘worse’ that happened…… They deserve nothing but my unadulterated Hatred. You want me to go home? fine. But be prepared to accept my revenge, I am no longer the little girl who only knows how to cry.