The Warning (Four)

We stepped out the Gym and walked towards the park. Once we were comfortable on the bench and he had tied a bandana I had on his wound for now. He began the conversation.

"So Rosy Lena Davis. First of all it's a pleasure to be in your presence. Secondly I'm going to need a lot of stitches and implants cause of this stab. Thirdly I'm kind of enchanted by the way you look." His voice turning into a deep whisper.

I glared at him slightly uncomfortable with the compliment. I wasn't used to the compliment, I usually hated them. I could remark them easily but I didn't know him. I despised not knowing where I stood with people.

"I'm not Rosy Lena Davis. My name is Lucy, Lucy Jackson. Thanks for the compliment but sorry for the stab and goodbye." I said as I stood to leave.

I heard him sigh and stand as I begun to walk away.

"You stabbed your step father, Mr. Davis, 34 times. You disappeared for 5 years now after changing your name to Lucy Jackson. Yet kept your birth date the same. Ms. Loyn took you in and registered you into secondary school. Kind lady she is don't you think? Now what happens if she kind of found out her little 'kid' is a liar and a murderer." He said as he pulled out a folder and threw it to my feet. Keeping my eyes on him, I slowly went down on my knees. Picking it up, I pulled out the first thing I felt. A pocket that concealed the knives I had used to stab my step dad with. They were several pictures of my step dad, different angels. The tears flowed without my acknowledgement.

"The neighbours and teachers told me that you were an innocent kid. Always wore shaggy clothes because you were hiding scars and bruises." He said as walked towards me. "I'm questioning myself if I should believe that piece of shit."

"Open your legs."

"Be a good Girl."

"You piece of shit."

"Dad please…"

The memories played and something snapped in me. I didn't know what and I didn't give a shit. I lunged at him with everything I had and he dropped with a big 'huff'. While I landed on top of him with a knife from my waist belt, pressed on his neck. While his hands were holding my waist loosely.

My eyes wide with anger and power pulsing in my veins. They always judged, before they knew the story. Before they understood.

"YOU. DON'T. KNOW. NOTHING." I yelled.

His eyes scanned me, trying to read me. His breathing increasing rapidly. I could feel his heart beating hard unsure of what to expect. My knife, recently shaperned, drew blood.

"I was constantly beat. I was almost raped when I chose to run away. Trying to keep myself from prison. So guess what cutie I don't give a shit about what you want. Stay the fuck away from me or else..." I said as dropping my voice to a whisper when I heard the girls shout my name. I kissed his throat than, his cheek than the corner of his lips than his earlobe and whispered "I'll fucken kill you." I snarled.

I stood up from him as swiftly as I could. As I turned to leave I heard him say "See you soon hun."

I smirked and looked at him. I kicked his privates and he buckled over.

So it begins...