A smirk fell upon my lips as I saw her lying on the bed unconscious. I almost felt sorry for her last night but that bitch deserved it. She deserves every ounce of pain that she has received and will receive. She deserves to live and die in pain and in fear. To die not via a suicide attempt or accident or murder. But to die naturally, complete the course of her life. Live her whole life in fear of when will she be thrown into the darkness again or which of her friend or family would be the next target. There wouldn't be a day that would pass by where she'll be completely happy and even if it does, I'll be right around the corner to ruin it for her.
I silently walked over to the bed, my finger tracing various scars on her arm having mercy on the fresh one and missing it by millimetres. The urge to pull out those 18 stitches one by one by my bare hands was just too strong but too risky for now.
My other hand ran through her hair and I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. My Emily. So, so fragile, so gentle, walking on a thin rope of sanity. How pathetic. My fingers travelled down her neck. A growl escaped my lips for not being able go wrap my fingers around her neck and crush it like a can again and again.
The desire to hurt her was dangerously coursing through my veins. The door opened and it luckily distracted me.
"Mommy?" She called for me me with her drowsy eyes and I smiled walking towards her.
"Yes baby?" I said and kneeling down next to her. My fingers ran through her hair and combed it back into place.
"Can I sleep with you two?" My hand rested on her shoulder, thumb grazing the soft skin of her neck as I made an action of thinking over her demand.
"Of course!" I beamed and tucked her in the bed between Emily and me.
*grins*