Rage was flowing through my blood as if I was rage itself. I was reaching the peak of my anger, every ounce pain that I was feeling was all being turned into fury.
Every breath that I took had an excruciating stabbing pain that came along with it, but I ignored it as best I could.
I entered the room to see my father shocked that I survived the explosion. "The one person they were supposed to kill, and they f*****g missed" he snarled angrily while trying to break his chains.
I stood in front of the chair as I held the knife in my hand.
My clothes were torn, and blood was seeping from my body at an alarming rate.....but that wasn't going to stop me from getting my revenge. I ran the knife along my father’s neck gently. It would be too quick for all that he put me through.
"You are vile
