Revenge Is Sweet

by Benthrew

Amber Hansen was forced to move to Bathory without a reason. At first she thought it was because her father was having trouble coping with her mother's death. But what if it was more than just that? Revenge is always sweet.

"Why are we moving there again?"

Her father gave an exasperated sigh and glared at his sixteen year old daughter from the rear view mirror of the car. He did not bother replying and averted his gaze back onto the empty road. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest, challenging her father into yet another argument by striking a belligerent pose. Still, her father had chosen to ignore her.

They had been driving the whole day.

Amber hated the fact that her father was forcing her to move from her hometown, where she grew up in, to some place which she has never heard of because of some reason he did not wish to bring up as he thought she would not understand. She had to give up her memories, her friends, her comfort just because her father woke up one morning and decided that he was sick of the place and wanted to get out of there. She found it to be unfair. Her father was supposed to be the strong one, the one who would be the pillar of support through this hard time. Not the coward who runs away when the weight of the world seem too heavy to handle.

"Is it because of mom?"

"Amber, I told you why. I just felt that it would do the both of us some good by getting out of there. I don't want to see you miserable, honey," he answered gently.

Amber scoffed.

"Or are you just running away because you can't accept the fact that mom is gone?," she answered with slight vehemence laced in her voice, "If that's the reason, I can tell you right now that we will be running for the rest of our lives because mom will always be with us. I will not have a home anymore."

Silence immediately fell upon the two of them.

Tears pooled in her eyes, stinging them. Amber tilted her head back and blinked furiously, trying to clear her vision without letting the tears fall. She had been crying for far too long. She knew she was stronger than that. But the gaping hole in her heart was now starting to ache excruciatingly and her lungs seem to have lost their ability to take in air. She struggled to breathe through her mouth as she tried to fight against the memories that threatened to pull her back into the bottomless pit of misery. She missed her mother so badly.

After what it felt like forever, the car stopped being in motion.

Her father cleared his throat.

"Welcome to Bathory, Amber."