The unexpected

NOOO...

CAROLINE

After mom stated her fact of you can’t act like that it was just enough and after that I ran upstairs because I didn’t had that much endurance in me to just listen them on my birthday.

As soon as I reached in my room it all just came crashing down on me as I stared on the photos of 10 year old me that how happy was my life before I made a pathetic wish to god asking demanding him to bless me with a sibling.

All those memories of how I my dad started treating me In a wired way and the looks t he gave me, my mother’s behavior as if I was a worthless, useless s**t for whom no one gives a damn and my pathetic excuse of a brother who doesn’t gives a s**t beside himself.

It was as if I was hit by a car and sudden stream of realization started flowing through my mind. All those times how both my parents wouldn’t miss any opportunity to mess with my head, call me names like a cow, useless entity, etc. or my dad’s increased touches or lingered hugs, mom’s hitting me more than usual it just suddenly came out of nowhere.

I was crying my eyes out when something caught my eye.

I moved up from the tile to see that something was lying on my bed.

It was a note along with the bouquet of my favorite red roses

Happy birthday Caroline dear,

-X

I had always wondered who has enough time in the world and care more than my parents that he/she gifts me a bouquet on my birthday from last 4 years. The irony is not lost on me that your own parents doesn’t care enough for you but a stranger is nice and sweet who gifts you on your birthday. When I first received that note on my 13th birthday I asked my parents about that and they answered

“Caroline we don’t have enough money in this world to gift you something shitty like that”

How I got a guitar today is still beyond my IQ

Just thinking about it I secretly wish that the person is he so that he can prince charming, nice enough to take me from this world of worthless, useless and mean people, who doesn’t give a s**t about anyone except them.

Glancing at clock I sighed at moved under pillows after taking my pills.

After some time as I was drifting into my dream world when my covers were snatched

“NOOOOO…”

My dream world turned into a land of horrible nightmare unexpectedly…

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PRESENT

I sat on bed hand under the pillow to clutch my pistol and other on my chest.

These nightmares never leave me alone neither in day nor in night.

I touched my face as I noticed something wet drifting down my face. They were my tears.

“No Caroline shh nothing is wrong, do not break the record.” I mumbled to myself.

It has been 6 years last I cried. I glanced at my phone and noticed time.

4 in the morning of 27th June. Dreaded day of my life.

Now I understood why my nightmare was so intense.

Shuffling under the covers and moving them aside I moved towards the bathroom and stood in front of mirror.

Just thinking about that night still arises the hair of my neck but there’s a big difference between the personalities of the person who was under those circumstances 6 years back and the person who is standing now in front of mirror.

My reflection is not weak, she is black belt in karate, a sharp shooter, expert in using knifes and who has several lessons in self-defense. She is strong and she doesn’t bow.

I stood under the shower and allowed the water to cool my skin and brain.

I don’t how long I stood there but after being satisfied I moved a wrapped a towel.

After I dressed in black denim jeans with white crop top and black leather jacket and pulling my hair up in bun, I applied my usual cream , eyeliner , mascara and kajal I put some lip gloss and glanced at the watch

8 in the morning

“Get your s**t together Caroline get ready for the business”

I put my gun in the Hollister and placed it in the back.

Putting on my high heels I securely placed my Swiss knife in the jeans on the left side.

“Put your mask on and get ready to face the unexpected Christiana ” I said to myself.