The War City

Willow’s Pov

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Frank is a fucking idiot. You may be wondering who frank is well he’s an asshole and a pervert. Who is also the mayor of our fucking town. He’s many more things but I’m to lazy to list them out now.

Frank had made himself a joke. A fool who has no right to be running the town. No one knows of my existence. I like it that way. Away from the cameras and not having to get paraded around like a trophy.

Frank hated my guts and didn’t want anything to do with me. For whatever reason he adopted me when I was fifteen. He never wanted me in the first place. Angela had begged him to adopt me since she couldn’t have kids of her own.

Angela was his wife, but she was also a whore/junkie. She spread her legs open for any man or women. When I was brought back to their home, they threw me in the basement which has become my room ever since.

Not even two hours later they had forgotten me. They pretended I wasn’t there acted like I wasn’t a child in need of food or love. Most nights I went without food because they forgot to get me dinner or how they beat me every time I was trying to get something to eat.

They said I was to fat, and I needed to become skinny but I was skin and bones. If I got skinner I would have died. So I rebelled against their rules every chance I got and that was everyday.

Angela had turned into a zombie to high on drugs to know what was going on around her. If Angela didn’t have any drugs she would go crazy shouting at random things.

Throwing and hitting things. Whenever she didn’t have drugs in her system she always took it out on me.

Always.

Frank started to hit me when I was sixteen. He beat me in any way possible. he threw things, cut me, left scars all over my body. He tied me up downstairs and whipped me till my clothes were stuck to my skin. He whipped and beat me till I was bloody and couldn’t move.

Angela joined in on it before she hadn’t got addicted to drugs. She was the worst. Worst then Frank and that was saying something. They abused me physically, mentally, and emotionally. It turned me into a psychotic bitch. I was messed up.

I had a lot of screws loose in my head, but I was happy with who I was. I had just wanted love but all I got was two messed up figures your supposed to call parents. I had never considered them as my parents. They were my abusers nothing else. Nothing more. They would never be anything other than two monsters to me.

They were my brothers’ murderers.

Fuck them and fuck the world for putting me with them. They deserved to die. I had been planning their death since I was thirteen. I was just waiting for the right time. And it seemed the time had come. Frank had gotten himself into a debt.

Again. But this time I knew he wouldn’t be able to pay it off. It was just too much money for him to handle. Too much money that he didn’t have.

The best part was he had gotten in debt with big men who could destroy him with one word. I’d say sucks to be him but eh he had it coming. Who am I kidding I would have said that for anyone.

I was sitting in a chair reading a book. The book I was reading was a good girls guide to murder. It was really good so far. I loved the murder mystery books. But I also loved the books with the smut in it.

If you know what I mean ladies. Especially if there were two or three guys as the love interests. I liked my men a little psycho, fuck it not just a little a lot. I wanted someone as crazy as me. Someone who loves for who I am.

I mean I’ve had boyfriends before but all they wanted was to touch me and use me for my body. So, I killed them. It wasn’t hard at all infect it was fairly easy. I wasn’t on social media, and I knew how to hide from cameras.

No one knew I existed, and I mean at all. Only Frank and Angela. I wasn’t worried about them spreading they adopted a daughter who is the devil. Because one of them was to obsessed about his reputation and maintaining it.

He also was just embarrassed of me. He locked me downstairs when guests came over. But I fucked with him and his buddy’s. I would make crying noises and banging noises. I did anything to make sure they knew someone was down here.

I paid immensely for it, but it was worth it. And I don’t regret a thing even if I got beaten and whipped. I just wanted to make their life hell. So that’s what I did.

Making Frank mad was such a delight. I always laughed whenever they beat or whipped me. It angered Angela and Frank a lot so I thought why not. I felt the pain but I delt with it. I welcomed the pain like it was my body.

“YOU WON”T GET MY MONEY YOU BASTERDS?!” Frank yelled, followed by a crash sound. Which sounded a lot like glass breaking.

I wouldn’t be surprised if it was. Oh and did I forget to mention they had forgotten my name. It was a different name every day. Names like Sarah, Jennifer, Emily, Smantha, Isabella. And the list goes on. I didn’t mind having them not know my name.

But it was rather annoying. I sighed getting up and putting a bookmark in the book from where I left off. Shutting the book, I held it close to my chest and slowly walked down the stairs. I wanted to see what was going on.

It was probably one of his rage fits again where he fought with men who wanted his money. It happened a lot. Not a second latter there were multiple voices. Not to mention male voices.

It sounded like it was on the other side of the house. So, I kept my ears open and followed the sound. I probably forgot to mention I had really good hearing. I was also pretty fast, too fast for a normal person.

I was also a natural at combat, it didn’t matter what kind of combat. I was good at all of it. It was like muscle memory to me. I didn’t half to think about it I just did it. I was also very smart. Unlike Angela and Frank. Rolling my eyes, I realized I had made it outside of the door that led into the dining room.

“You have twelve hours to get the money or else we’ll come collect it for ourselves” A husky voice said sending a shiver down my spine. Now that’s what I call sexy. It was around 1:00 pm so they would come to get it at 1:00 am. Seems like I will be staying awake tonight. I usually didn’t get much sleep.

So, I was fine staying up. Most days I didn’t sleep for even ten minutes. Sometimes it happened over and over multiple nights of no sleep. It kind of sucked because I loved sleep but I didn’t really feel tiered after multiple days without it which was weird.

Deciding I was bored with the conversation I walked back to my bedroom not caring how much noise I was making.

Looks like this was going to be a fun night.