Happy to find the truth. A sadist right?
That's the night I found out I was adopted, that those I thought were family aren't family but then they loved me like no one would, deep down in my heart they're my family but I felt betrayed they never told me.
I glanced at the letter in blood written in a foreign language.
I searched it up and found out it was written in Russian... but I wished I didn't.
The letter read, “Adopted Laura, I'll be back for your head to give to your damn father so they'll be no queen but a king. Me. ”

It took me a while to understand but I concluded that whoever murdered them, did it because of me so indirectly I am the cause of their death.
Again he did this because of my father.
Revenge
My real father's enemy
I wondered who my father was and what he did to this man to let him commit such a crime.
To kill innocent people who all they did was shower me with love.
Gently I folded the paper, then I saw another writing beneath but this time in English and smaller.
“ Who'll be there to love and protect you now? Even your own mother gave you out”
Even without knowing who that mother was I hated her.
I hate her.

My mind was floating and all that I needed was air...
To breathe
To think
To escape
To live
That's what led me out,
Into the night.

"The Night"
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★THE NIGHT★

CHAPTER 12

Night had fallen and it was cold, it was a starless night yet the half moon stood alone in it glory...
A piece of me wanted to hold back, Keep the story of the night to myself but for once I wanted to tell someone my story.
About the night... why I'll never attach myself to anyone again for their loss is like a stab to the heart with a knife.
But here I am, got my heart attached to Alex and praying I'll leave him first because I can't bare to see him leave.
Not again.

.....

It was my 18th birthday, I was busy all day celebrating with my friends at a grand hotel....all preparations were done by my parents or well I thought they were.
They attended the party they organized themselves but retired early because they felt we the young ones had to have the fun.
I was quite disappointed my siblings or the children of these couples didn't attend.
I knew they didn't like me but not to that extent. They avoided home because of me and for a reason their parent loved me so much.
An undeniable fact is they supported me more than their children and got me whatever I requested. They never even threw a grand party for their children like they did for me every year. Well, I thought they were spoiling me because I was the youngest but little did I know.

After the party that night, I received an email on my way home. When I opened the email I was so happy that I couldn't even wait to get home to share the good news.
I had gained admission to my dream university. Massachusetts Institute of Technology.
The moment I got home, I felt odd. There was something wrong.
"Mom!"
"Dad!"
I called at their names but there was no reply.
I searched the first place I had to check... Their bedroom but they were not there.
I checked the whole house and I began to pant and feel dizzy.
My thought was that something had happened to them on their way.
I called their phones and there was a sinister voice mail.
"It's the devil, say hello" then the voice laughed so wickedly it sent chills through out my body that I got paralyzed.
It was the first time I ever felt horrified...just by the voice but there was something more horrifying waiting for me.
For a reason I wasn't scared in the house, I was rather curious. Something in me was furious too and was ready to kill anyone I saw who posed as a threat.
Something unusual... I was thirsty for blood.
Then the worst migraine just had to hit me that moment but it came with memories.
Memories which I've always seen blur flashes of.
I thought I was stressing myself but turned out those memories might be real or just an imagination.

I saw a little girl, aiming...she shot someone, a male...there was a man by her who laughed heartlessly and praised her for killing a man.
He said, "That's my girl. Born to be queen"
I saw other flashes where the little girl was seriously practicing combat skills,then one where she had to watch a man being beheaded. The flashes became so many that I had to shake my head to return to reality.
Why now choose to invade my head? And why now appear so clear after years?
I looked around carefully thinking where else I haven't checked.
I decided to go check their room for the last time just in case. This time I went to check their washroom realizing I haven't been there.

The scene I came across was bloody.
I was supposed to scream or something but all I did was throw up and it felt all so familiar.
The washroom was filled with blood.
Blood of those I called my parents. A bullet through my mother's head and a knife in my father's stomach.
They were mutilated too.
Tears were what followed next as I sat in the pool of blood.
A letter caught my eye.
A letter written in blood.
That's the night every emotion in the world fell on me, I think.
Anger
Pain
Hatred
Betrayal
Abandoned
Sad
Yet I was happy.

How much more do I have to lose to discover what truly belongs to me?

#oneliner

~©academia.speaks

Terrified beyond understanding, Destiny and Rita found themselves shaking uncontrollably, their fear manifesting as a loss of bodily control. Both of them, soaked in their own urine, were weak with terror, praying for a miraculous escape from this dreadful nightmare.

Would they come out of this alive?🥲😔
Find out in the next episode 😊

The devil's party 1

Destiny and Rita were inseparable, their friendship so strong that they were often mistaken for siblings. They attended one of the most recognized schools in the country and shared everything, even the hardships they endured during their studies.

One particularly hard day, the two friends walked home, feeling dead tired and hungry for some rest. Suddenly, their path was blocked by a car honking impatiently behind them. It was a white luxurious Benz, arousing their curiosity about who might be inside.

As the car window slided down, a richly handsome young man with perfectly shaved beard appeared. His voice was like music to their ears, attracting them instantly. "Hop inside the car, and I'll give you both a lift," he said, flashing a charming smile. Unable to resist such an offer, Rita excitedly signaled for Destiny to join her in the car.

He drove them to a fancy restaurant, treating them to a delicious lunch. He introduced himself as Charles, the CEO of Coated Venture. With a wicked sparkle in his eyes, he announced his single status and expressed his readiness to mingle. Rita's heart danced with anticipation, hoping he would ask her out.

Charles then invited them to his lavish birthday party at his residence the following night. Excitement crowded within Destiny and Rita as Charles showered them with gifts, sent money to their accounts, and safely drove them back to their lodge. Their happiness was boundless as they entered their apartment, dancing with joy.

"If he can do all this for us, imagine what the other guys at the party will do!" Rita exclaimed, turning around in excitement. Destiny agreed wholeheartedly, recognizing the opportunity ahead. Thoughts of the upcoming party consumed their minds throughout the night.

Finally, the day arrived. Dressed to impress, Destiny and Rita eagerly awaited Charles' arrival to take them away to the party. Soon enough, Charles appeared, and they embarked on a journey to his flashy home.

Stepping into Charles' luxurious abode left Destiny and Rita in disbelief. The house itself was a masterpiece, a testament to lavishness and beauty. Their dreams had come true, and they couldn't help but relax in the glory surrounding them.

Upon entering the party room, Destiny and Rita were greeted by a display of wealthy men, each with two girls beautifying their sides. Destiny assumed the girls were their respective girlfriends, not realizing they were all victim lured to the party just like Destiny and Rita themselves. The event began with music playing through the room, setting the stage for celebration.

Charles grabbed Destiny and Rita, leading them to the dancefloor. They danced excitedly until tiredness overcame them. In a gentle moment, Charles expressed his intentions of buying them cars once the party concluded. The mere thought of parading a fancy vehicle on campus delighted Destiny, and she hugged Charles tightly.

Suddenly, the lights went out, putting the room into darkness. "What's happening?" Rita asked, her confusion written all over her face. Destiny assumed it was simply a power outage, trying to reassure her friend. But their peace was shattered when a monstrous hand seized one of the girls, causing her to scream in agony.

"Who is this?" the girl cried out. The voice that responded sent fear down their spines. It was Charles, but his hands had badly transformed into abominable nails. "I am your worst nightmare," he thundered, his face transforming into that of a merciless lion.

Charles then revealed the true nature of the gathering—a cult ceremony held annually to sacrifice unsuspecting victims. Horror flowed into Destiny and Rita's very hearts as they witnessed Charles tear into the girl's flesh with lion-like teeth, leaving only bones behind. "Now, I will move on to the next victim," Charles roared, his eyes directed on Destiny and Rita.

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Chapter 3

★THE NIGHT ★

I kneel, watch and cry as the only son I have, the only star that lighted my path in my darkness....was being called by death.
I don't know, I don't understand and I've definitely forgotten all those medical damn terms the doctor mentioned and tried to explain but long story short my son, is battling for his life.
The doctor said he has to undergo surgery as soon as possible.
He can die at any time.
He keeps on collapsing and my heart stops beating every time afraid he'll never rise again.
Right now my money has been used to purchase drugs and oxygen .
There's no way I can afford a whole in heart surgery.
W

hich Alex needs ASAP.
The boy is too young to go through this pain and it breaks my heart.
What should I do?
At this stage I will do anything, I mean anything to save my son's life.
Tears is all I knew.

I jump out of fear when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I come down upon seeing who it is.
Our old neighbours who I leave Alex with to go run my evening shifts.
They had called me worried when we weren't home by 3pm. They also called to inform me of the land lady's notice of us vacating her premises. I then told them about what happened.
"Don't worry. Everything will be fine" the man old enough to be my grandpa said.
His voice so fragile.
"Yes dear. We are here for you. We brought some vegetable soup for Alex. We'll take care of him, you should go home for rest" the old lady suggested as she smoothed my tangled hair with one hand and the other resting on her walking stick supporting her.

"No no no no no. I'm fine. I'll sit right by him"
I can't afford to leave him.

"Listen Laura. At least go shower, change and get some necessities for the boy. Don't worry about the landlady we spoke to her for now and we promise to take care of your son. Come dear..."
She hugged me with one hand then cleaned my eyes with her  hand.
"It is well. It is well" she murmmers into my hair.
I looked at him finding it difficult to leave but she was right.
I had to call my managers and seek for some time of from all my works and prepare some food for Alex too.
I thanked the old couples so much and left with a heavy heart.
They've been of much help.

The air is cold reminding me of that night but I brush the thought of and walk hurriedly to the bus station.
Luck is for once on my side, the bus arrive the moment I reach.
I climb into the bus but I don't know...I feel like there was someone following or eyes but whenever I turned nothing.
It may just be my stress mind.

Thirty minutes later I arrive at my apartment but then chills run down my spine.
Something is odd.
I walk fast to the door of my room but freeze realizing it has been opened already.

Sweet Jesus.

Can the day get any worse?

Entering the apartment isn't safe now. My heart is beating so hard that I can hear it my ears.
Who might be in there?
Of course a thief!
And he might me armed !
I don't want to die.
But why would like to come still from a poor and wretched apartment like this? The outlook alone should even make a thief have pity.
There's nothing valuable in there.
Thinking hard, I decide to turn and go wait at the reception till...well someone comes down.
Or I feel is safe.
I feel threaten and unsafe but what can I do?
The moment I turn to Leave my heart beat increased than it already was.
Who cursed the day?
There is a man in black with a gun and a sinister smile.

Oh no...

Like flash I rush into my apartment forgetting it has been broken into and locked.
After I lock it then I remember that someone might just be in here with black and a gun.
This might be planned to trap me in here?
What the fuck do they want from a broke woman like me?
I have no money to offer.
Nothing!
With fingers cross I turn slowly praying that the person who broke in had left.
...
...
...
And I was wrong.
I was trapped in there.
But the sight of the man got me paralyzed.

@thisgirl_jackie
There's always a light in the darkness. It's up to you to realize...that you're that light.

★THE NIGHT★

CHAPTER 2

Laura's P.O.V

This morning work was quite slow at the cafeteria.
Quite boring and few customers.
Not until I had a phone call...
From Alex's school demanding my presence.
Damn

I had to let someone do my shift for me but not without promising to pay first and having all my tips.
Do you know how much money is that?
I cursed.
I'm going to scold this boy.
The headmistress called demanding my presence at the school immediately.
This boy...
I was quite surprised because this the first time.
I wasn't well myself but I guess it's just stress.

I arrived at the school only to meet a fat boy with a bleeding nose and his parent with my boy standing with head bowed in the headmistress office.
My son attended a public school... of course that's what I can afford but I make sure teaching is effective and my son is learning as he should.

The parent of the fat boy I'm guessing my boy might have hurt, looked well to do and I hated how they looked at me with disgust in my blue faded jeans and t-shirt.

"You obviously lack manners like your son" the wife immediately spoke the moment I entered.
How rude and disrespectful.
One thing my mama hated,
She was an American native but grew up in Mexico and was so heavy on manners and discipline.
I'm speaking of my mama who adopted me.
She once said " if they lack manners, show them you're graced with it then later show them what it means to be mannerless"
I miss her.

"Excuse me??" I got pissed.

"You heard me right" she spat.
I took in a deep breath and ignored her.
This me showing my manners.

I greeted everyone in the office and I saw the look of disbelief on her face.
She was expecting me to lash out on her like she did.
This  is manners.
I'm yet to show her what it means to be mannerless.

"Alex baby, what happened?"
He hugged me and began to cry.
"Shhhh" I calmed him down.

"This boy has been calling me a bastard and making fun of me. He called you a prostitute today so I got pissed and...."

"It's okay" I cut him off.
The kid deserved the punch my son gave him.

"That still doesn't give you the right to punch him"The father retorts.

"Oh really. I thought you guys were so particular about manners" I said.

"Oh please. My son just said the utter truth" the wife said.

I swear this woman is getting on my last nerves.
She has no right.

"Now listen!" The headmistress raised her voice to prevent any of us from speaking further.
But I wanted to.
"I won't listen. This woman here thinks she can just talk to me anyhow. No respect. Your son was obviously wrong here. Calling my son a bastard and me a prostitute is highly disrespectful. This not his first time. He has been bullying my kid and he comes home to report, you're supposed to scold him but not rather encourage him. But I don't blame you. Instead of you to feed your son with good morals you feed him with fat obviously. I mean, Just look at him" both parents gasp at my remarks.
I didn't mean to make fun of the fat kid but the parents called for it. You hurt me, I hurt you.
"Miss Smith!" The headmistress called out.
She can now talk.
I've said my peace of mind.
But before she could say a word.....

"ALEXXXXX"

"No No no no no "

"ALEXXXXX please.

"God please no no no no. Not now. Noooooo"

@thisgirl_jackie

A double update on THE NIGHT ❤️

*MOTHER LOVE

The sun shines gloriously ☀️
Penetrating every shadow ✨
Choirs in the air 🎶
Sing beautifully along the rays 🌟
Mothers dance to the music 💃
Young ones learn their moves 🕺
Cannot do anything 🤗
Depend solely on MOTHERS 💕
The love emanating from the heart ❤️
Fills the joy of the young 😊
They till the earth 🌱
They sweat 💦
They run 🏃‍♀️
They carry 🤗
They shout 🗣️
Just to provide for the young 🤗
Their love makes the weary mind calm 🙏
The hungry stomach full 🍴
Above all, they are supported by the other mother 🙏
GOD BLESS ALL MOTHERS 🙏

Poem written by: Majesty*