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Shaye Levart closed her suitcase quietly and took a moment to gaze out the dirty window of her bedroom and look at the beautiful morning. How ironic, she commented mentally, with a cynical chuckle. The day she was going to run away and join the air force, while she was lamenting over her chopped auburn hair and wincing at the tight material around her chest, it was a sunny, ideal morning. Somewhere, there was a perfect, television-like family sitting at the table and eating their perfect pancake breakfast without a single care, except for the kids whom were thinking of ways to avoid doing chores. The smirk she wore turned into a frown which did not suit her face at all. Shaye shifted her torso uncomfortably. The pain of the ten-inch wide material wrapped around her chest, flattening her breasts to give her a more man-ish appearance had better be worth it. Not to mention all of the exercises she had done to build up her body to meet the minimum weight required of military pilots and the trouble she could get into for stealing her brother's medical chart right from the hospital where he had died.
"I'm sorry, Michael," she apologized, fighting the tears that threatened to escape the prison of her green eyes. She did not want to pose as her dead brother, especially since they had been so close, less than a year apart. "I'm sorry, but I can't stay here. Not anymore." She turned back to the photo of her and her brother last month, smiling like they hadn't a care in the world. Shaye walked over to the photograph and picked it up. Michael smiled at her with the big grin he always wore when trying to cover up his tormented soul. It was all lies!! Shaye grimaced and whipped the photo across the room, the glass shattering on impact and the wooden frame breaking into five pieces. She froze, praying to God that Jerry hadn't heard the sound.
"What the Hell?" a drunken man's voice called out from a different room. Shaye grabbed her suitcase and swung it as hard as she could at the window, destroying the pane instantly. Running footfalls invaded her mind, blocking out all other thoughts except for two: He's coming, I have to get out now! She threw her suitcase out the hole that used to be her window, but before she could follow, and strong grip on her hair pulled her back. Shaye let out a startled and painful gasp as she hit the ground, hard. The man behind her pulled her up by the hair and whirled her around violently. The drunken man gasped.
"Michael?" he choked out, thinking that he was seeing a ghost. Shaye jumped up, the fury of looking at the man who had killed her brother rushing through her veins, sending an uncontrollable desire to murder him through her body. She would like nothing more than to see this man, Jerry, her own father, drowning in a pool of his own blood. She shook her head defiantly.
"No, you bastard!" she informed him calmly, then rose her voice to an out- of-control scream, "You killed him, remember?!" With that, she leapt upon the short, bulky man, assuming the role of a man. Jerry somehow managed to pull a knife out of the pocket of his overalls and plunge it at her. Shaye quickly grabbed his wrists and focused all of her strength into pushing the blade away from her. Thinking quickly, the illegal pilot brought her knee up into his groin sharply. Using his doubling over and groaning as an opportunity, Shaye plunged the knife deep into her father's heart. She finished what Michael had started the night that he died, and she did it with the same knife that had been used against him.
Jerry Levart died quickly. His cold, gray eyes stared right into hers before rolling back into their sockets, exposing only the white to her. Shaye turned away before jumping out of the window carefully as to not cut herself. After the young girl landed in a roll, she grabbed her bag and ran to catch her train to New York.
***I apologize for the shortness of that chapter. Please review my story! I need to know how it is before I write more. Don't make me beg.
Shaye Levart closed her suitcase quietly and took a moment to gaze out the dirty window of her bedroom and look at the beautiful morning. How ironic, she commented mentally, with a cynical chuckle. The day she was going to run away and join the air force, while she was lamenting over her chopped auburn hair and wincing at the tight material around her chest, it was a sunny, ideal morning. Somewhere, there was a perfect, television-like family sitting at the table and eating their perfect pancake breakfast without a single care, except for the kids whom were thinking of ways to avoid doing chores. The smirk she wore turned into a frown which did not suit her face at all. Shaye shifted her torso uncomfortably. The pain of the ten-inch wide material wrapped around her chest, flattening her breasts to give her a more man-ish appearance had better be worth it. Not to mention all of the exercises she had done to build up her body to meet the minimum weight required of military pilots and the trouble she could get into for stealing her brother's medical chart right from the hospital where he had died.
"I'm sorry, Michael," she apologized, fighting the tears that threatened to escape the prison of her green eyes. She did not want to pose as her dead brother, especially since they had been so close, less than a year apart. "I'm sorry, but I can't stay here. Not anymore." She turned back to the photo of her and her brother last month, smiling like they hadn't a care in the world. Shaye walked over to the photograph and picked it up. Michael smiled at her with the big grin he always wore when trying to cover up his tormented soul. It was all lies!! Shaye grimaced and whipped the photo across the room, the glass shattering on impact and the wooden frame breaking into five pieces. She froze, praying to God that Jerry hadn't heard the sound.
"What the Hell?" a drunken man's voice called out from a different room. Shaye grabbed her suitcase and swung it as hard as she could at the window, destroying the pane instantly. Running footfalls invaded her mind, blocking out all other thoughts except for two: He's coming, I have to get out now! She threw her suitcase out the hole that used to be her window, but before she could follow, and strong grip on her hair pulled her back. Shaye let out a startled and painful gasp as she hit the ground, hard. The man behind her pulled her up by the hair and whirled her around violently. The drunken man gasped.
"Michael?" he choked out, thinking that he was seeing a ghost. Shaye jumped up, the fury of looking at the man who had killed her brother rushing through her veins, sending an uncontrollable desire to murder him through her body. She would like nothing more than to see this man, Jerry, her own father, drowning in a pool of his own blood. She shook her head defiantly.
"No, you bastard!" she informed him calmly, then rose her voice to an out- of-control scream, "You killed him, remember?!" With that, she leapt upon the short, bulky man, assuming the role of a man. Jerry somehow managed to pull a knife out of the pocket of his overalls and plunge it at her. Shaye quickly grabbed his wrists and focused all of her strength into pushing the blade away from her. Thinking quickly, the illegal pilot brought her knee up into his groin sharply. Using his doubling over and groaning as an opportunity, Shaye plunged the knife deep into her father's heart. She finished what Michael had started the night that he died, and she did it with the same knife that had been used against him.
Jerry Levart died quickly. His cold, gray eyes stared right into hers before rolling back into their sockets, exposing only the white to her. Shaye turned away before jumping out of the window carefully as to not cut herself. After the young girl landed in a roll, she grabbed her bag and ran to catch her train to New York.
***I apologize for the shortness of that chapter. Please review my story! I need to know how it is before I write more. Don't make me beg.
