Prologue
DEAR MOTHER AND FATHER,
I hope you can find it in you to forgive me for what is about to transpire. I’m sorry for the pain that has been caused, however, I am not sorry for the reason that I did what I did. Father expected too much of me, and mother didn’t want me to be anything else outside of what SHE was at my age. A pretty, pristine, young lady who did what was told. You didn’t want me to have my own life or to have any sort of freedom.
You made me a subject to your abuse. Between your marital issues, father's infidelity, mother's tears and frustrations are taken out on me, and father trying to find happiness at the bottom of a bottle. Inevitably, when it’s not found, he gets frustrated and breaks the bottle on
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ither his mother or I. taking turns on who to hurt and who to make watch him. Mother, you never dared to utter a word. Whether Father was attacking you or if he attacked me. You never stood up, for either of us. You watched and di
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nothing.
You never allowed me to play with my friends when I was younger, afraid they would see the cigarette burns
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my back, from the nape of my neck tracing itself down my spine. Father, you threw me around like a punching bag when you made Mother bleed enough. My body, from the gashes on my head to the cuts and bruises on my legs leading to my feet, were visible if it wasn’t physically shown, the look of pain seeped through my innocent eyes. Wondering what was it that I did wrong. Wondering why I had to be punished the way I was. I
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ndeed was the typical case of ‘the poor little rich girl’.A child who had everything yet nothing at the same time.
The worst
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art of it all is that you both saw nothing wrong with it.” All families have their problems “you said. Nothing about my childhood was normal. Nothing about my teenage years was normal, nothing about my life was normal. After every night, we woke up the next morning flashing bright smiles, presenting ourselves as a picture-perfect family. Except that you chose to write Olivia off from our lives forever. Making her a no-one. You justified your actions by referring to Olivia’s behavior. “We were never like this with her. See what happened to her now. See w
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ere it landed her. We have to be tough on you” You chose to gloss over the fact that our family was just toxic. You chose to gloss over the fact that we were dysfunctional.
Both of you made
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ecisions for me. Father chose to send me to Harvard to study law and join the firm. Mother expected me to attend all high society meetings with her. I didn’t want to study law, and when I even explained it to you, Father did what he does best… lost control and left me battered and bruised. The sad, yet least surprising part w
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s Mother just standing there and watching.
No wonder I have
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knack for killing people and not being sympathetic, I guess it’s the only useful thing I got from both of you. I started inflicting the pain you brought upon me on others. From slitting throats to gunning them down, to more gruesome deaths similar to burning one alive. I’ll allow you to choose a method for my next victims. Given the fact that you are close
to them… you both are probably wondering how I know all of this. Alessandro taught me how. He saved me. He is the reason for me being alive today. He had more to offer me in these past two months than you had in my past 20 years. He loves me and I love him. But don’t worry; I’m not killing just anybody. Only the people who deserve it.
Keeping me cooped up; away from
th
e outside world was not going to prevent you both from having another “Olivia”. It’s ironic. You did everything in your power to make sure I was nothing like her and that just added fuel to the fire. The hovering, the invasion
of privacy, and all the other things you did to control my life led to me being WORSE than her. If you didn’t have rein in my life, then maybe I would have made better decisions. Maybe I wouldn’t have met Alessandro, ran away, or even walked around with blood-stained hands. It is your fault entirely. Keep in mind, my hands may be stained with blood, due to what I did to people, but I hope you know that you are the ones who caused it to flow straight onto my palms. The only people you have to blame for the lives taken away are YOU. That includes your lives to
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See you in hell,
Aurora Harvey
