"I.....I think I love you." Alex said looking at her.
She froze.
"Jarith, why? Why are you doing this?" Her mother asked, with a deep gash in her stomach. Her father didnt reply. He just picked up the gun from the dresser. Cyprus's eyes widened as she watched from the slightly ajar door. The gun lifted, and he fired. "Its because I love you, Mia."
"Cyprus are you Ok?" Alex asked. He saw her freeze where she was, this worried him a bit.
Tears swelled up in her eyes and she fell to her knees. "No."
The sight of her mothers dead body was all she could take. She ran down the hall and grabbed the largest knife she could find. She had to do this, to avenge mom. "No." To stop the beatings.And to keep Veronica and Tamarisk save from him. "Cypy. Where are you?" His voice called out, the words not slurred like they ususally are. "Cyprus what's wrong." Alex said worried. He kneeled down beside her and put his arms on her shoulder's.She began shaking. "Dont."
Rushed foot steps were heard. This was her only chance. "Cypy, get your a** out here!" Her father called from the living room. Hiding the knife behind her leg, she wallked into the room. "Yes father?" She asked, frowning as she saw the gun."I know you watched." Her eyes widened as he lifted the gun and shot her arm. Pain rushed through her, although it wasnt the first time. "Be a good girl and get your sisters. The three of you are going to join mommy in heaven." She shook and left the room. "Please!" The sound of the fride opening and clsing came to her ears, along with the pop of a can opening. Racing in to the kitchen, she stabbed the knife into his back. "You little!" She heard the sound of fumbling then a heavy clunk, and noticed the gun on the ground. Picking it up, she shot him. "No! I didnt have any other choice. I didnt have any other choise." She said, clutching her head.
"Cyprus what's wrong?" Alex was a little scarred. "Snap out of it please." Alex said as he grabbed her in a hug. "I'm here. Don't worry."
Her shaking subsided, but was replace by choked sobs.
"Cyprus, what was that sound?" A nin year old Veronica asked as she walked into the kitchen. She was really thin, had shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes behind a pair of glasses. Her eyes widened as she saw her father. "Cyprus, wha-what happened." "H-he killed mom. He killed her!" "He killed her. He killed her." Veronica paled. "He said th-that he loved her." "He said that he loved her, but he killed her!" She screamed as she hugged Alex tightly.
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