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Two rivals' families. Both families being wealthy for their elegant liquor and alcohol. But an unexpected turn of events happens.
The son and daughter fall in love. They break all the rules and plan on running away together. They decided to meet up at a sketchy back road.
The girl arrives to see the boy waiting as the rain pours. Her face glows up, and she runs towards him. As they hug, she feels a sharp knife run through her abdomen. Violet looks down, and she backs up in pure disbelief.
"It was always about the revenge." He smiles and lets her fall. He goes to his car and drives off.
The boy walks off, leaving her on the rainy road alone to bleed to death. She starts to go into tears and combining with the pouring rain, dying alone in the cold.
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It's funny because I saw it coming. I was hoping for a different ending. I guess I'm the bad guy in my own story. I let someone get too close. I let someone in, not knowing the constraints.
He didn't kill me. A family drove by and rushed me to a hospital. But, something inside me died that day. I wasn't sure what, but something in me died that night, and I didn't realize it. I'm pretty sure it was my humanity along with my sanity.
He wants to play rough. Well, I can too, but I'm not going to bring my family into this. They don't even know I'm alive. I'm not a coward like him. He made a choice. I just ended up suffering by his actions. It's his turn.
It's been a few months now. I've spent my time hiding in my family estate. We stopped coming here when Grandmother died. The poor soul had to suffer like I did that night. May she rest in peace.
Grandmother was drinking her morning coffee. She did nothing to harm anyone. But no, the Rodriguez family couldn't have it. My family doesn't like to fight fire with fire, but sometimes you have to.
I sit in Antonio's office, waiting for him. My legs crossed in a lady-like manner. I poured a glass of Antonio's very well expensive wine and smoked his family's cigar. I waited for him while tracing my finger on the wine glass.
He soon walked in with folders in hand. His look changed when he saw me. I couldn't help but smile.
"Hello, Hernandez." I took a puff from the cigar.
He shortly pulled out his gun and aimed at me.
"Stand down." I finished the glass of wine. "You don't want to have to clean my blood on your lovely desk, now would you? You were always so eager to do things without thinking." I smiled and took another puff.
"I thought I killed you." He walked closer while still aiming.
"Yeah. Well, you did kill something, but it wasn't me entirely. More like humanity wise." I giggle while pouring myself another glass.
"What the hell do you want?" He asked rudely.
She uncrossed her legs and stood up. "Isn't it obvious? Man, I knew you weren't smart, but I don't know you were that dumb." I laughed once again and drank the newly poured wine. "My family might not retaliate, but I will. I am willing to make you suffer just like I did that night." I slammed the cigar on his desk and stood up. I walked past him.
Before I could make my way to the door, Antonio soon grabbed my arm in an ungentle manner. "What kind of game are you playing?"
A question I wished I had asked before everything happened.
I turn my head and look into his unsettling deep brown eyes. I brought my hand to his cheek that made his eye soften. A sweet smile formed on my face. "Who said this was a game? If anything, this is war."
I don't know about him, but I'm thrilled about this. Karma can be your best friend if you play your cards right. He better be comfortable because I've got plans for him.
I made my way back to the estate without being seen. I elegantly walked to my room.
A few hours of silence, as well as loneliness, had passed. All I could do is look out my bedroom window, always seeing the same bench near the same river streamflow. Wind blow in the cold winter.
I turn to saw the old ballet shoes that I've worn when I was twelve. It's been so long since I've danced. Even if I did get bored of it, I really do miss it. I had moved on to learning the violin. I'd always brought my grandmother to tears when I play.
That was when my life wasn't as chaotic as it is. Now I have no one. I'm just alone in a big house, not knowing what to do other than plan for revenge.
It is what it is. It's my life now. I couldn't help but laugh at all the fucked up things Antonio and his family did.
But, little did I know what was going on with my family.
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Mateo, Violet's father, was his this office looking through some papers. He so felt tired and slowly made his way to his and his wife, Diana.
But, before he could, he saw blood leading to Violet's room. Mateo slowly opened the door to his missing/dead daughter's room and was in total fear.
Emilio, the son, came running out of this run with a bat in hand. Emilio saw the blood and his father standing in front of his little sister's room. He made his way towards his and was shocked at what he had seen.
It was a little Violet doll covered in blood with a knife in it on Violet's bed, but that's not what scared them. What frightened them was the pictures of her. It surrounded bloody words that said.
"It was her fault she's in this mess."
They had concluded that she's perhaps died. The family had called the police but found no fingerprints.
The mother was in tears. Dianna was on her knees praying.
That this was some miss understand.
But it was true. Violet did die that rainy night. It's just not in the way everyone thought.
