"Smack!" The loud sound coming from my mothers hand connecting to the tanned skin of my cheek, the action sending me flying to the floor with tears stinging my blue eyes.
"You were supposed to keep an eye on them! You know we can't draw any attention to us! Not after last time!" My mother screams at me, the two of us alone in the house. The rest of the boys had left, taking my mothers truck to the hospital fifty miles away from here. Oh how I wish I could be with them, anywhere but here.
"I was sleeping, Mama! I didn't think anything like this would happen!" I explain, cringing to the ground as she raises her hand once again. I brace myself for impact, awaiting the sharp pain that is for sure to come. But it never does.
Opening my eyes, I meet my mother's icy gaze, bewildered by how such a sweet looking person on the outside could have so much hate and evil on the inside. Ever so slowly, she kneels down so that we are face to face, her face only inches from mine.
"We can't have what happened last time happen again. Don't you understand that, Emalee? When that snotty blonde girl showed up here, my life became a living hell. She took the one thing in life that was important to me. Now I'm stuck here, alone, with you." My mother spits out at me, her hand smacking me upside the head. I yelp out in pain, pleading her to stop it.
Why does she have to hate me so much? I never did anything wrong to her. I always do what she asks of me. It's not my fault that Liam hurt himself...
"I'm sorry, Mama. I'm sorry..." I whisper, tears falling down my cheeks. My mother, the woman who used to be so sweet and loving toward me, glared hatefully at me. She obviously felt not even the least bit worried about Liam. All she cared about was her and her problems.
"Stop your pathetic whining and clean up this blood! I have business to tend to." She orders, leaving me lying on the blood soaked floor, tears falling down my cheeks.
After all of this, I wish I had been the person to leave in the ambulance, not Liam. A small part of me wishes I wouldn't come back afterwards.
As I lay there, I turn my head, glancing under the bed. Laying on the floor just a couple of inches under the frame, a razor sits, it's shiny surface calling out to me. I feel my hand drawing itself towards it, the small object promising an escape from all the bad in the world, from all the pain.
Gripping my hand around it tightly, I pull it out of the darkness, hoping that it does the same for me...
Why? Why me? Why did I have to be stuck with this life? Everything was completely fine before that Irish girl came along. Stupid Emalee had to bring her home like she had found a stray dog an wanted to keep it. I couldn't say no, for the girl had a certain charm about her. She walked right on in as if we were family to her.
I thought it might be good for Emalee. After all, her and her brother Todd hadn't been getting along lately. But none of that matters now. Now, my beloved son, Todd, is dead. And it is all because of that blonde girl Harmonie. She is the reason my little boy is dead and I'm stuck with Emalee. It's all Harmonie's fault.
Now, I have five boys staying under my roof. The blonde haired, blue eyed one resembles Harmonie in a shocking way.
I'm not sure how these five boys and Harmonis connect, but whatever the reason, I'm not letting them get away without enduring the consequences for my son's death.
I journey through my home, walking down the hallway and stopping in front of what used to be my little boy's room. He had been only 13 when he died. Much, much too young for anyone to leave this Earth.
I placed the Irish boy, Niall I believe, into Todd's room. In a strange way, he also resembled my son, the only difference between the two being that my Todd had brown hair, Niall blonde.
Just being near the door to the bedroom brought back a mixture of emotions. Pain and misery from the loss of my son. Rage and vengefulness towards the blonde girl who brought on his death. Resentment towards my own daughter Emalee for bringing the girl here in the first place.
Wiping stray tears from my eyes, I pull my robe around me tighter, chills running through my body. Hesitantly, I pull the oak door closed, shutting off the fragile emotions inside of me.
I continue to stride down the hall, determination running through me.
"I will get my revenge..." I mutter to myself, entering my small office at the end of the hall. Walking over to the mahogany desk on the right side of the room, I slide open one of its many drawers, pulling out a pistol.
"If I can't kill Harmonie..." I mumble, loading the gun properly, "Then ill have to find the next best thing..." I say, a smirk forming upon my lips as an image of the blonde haired Irish boy fills my mind.