Mariana was back in the study, where she aways went whenever she was upset and she needed to be alone. She and Tate got into another fight, but she felt that this was their last one, for he would never speak to her again. She shoved him, he slapped her, grabbed her, she bit him again, knowing it would probably leave another scar on his hand. Mari was so upset; she wanted things to be nice between them. They were siblings, it was supposed to come natural between them. Who knew he was the one to hurt her so much.
She stood in the corner with her back towards the room, as if she were in a time out that lasted forever. The tears that she had once cried had stopped, leaving glimmers of dried rivers on her rosy cheeks. She was so sick and tired of being angry and upset and weak all the time. She was a Langdon by blood, she was supposed to be strong willed and determined and brave. Rage bubbled up inside of her, her small hands balling up into tight fists until her knuckles turned white. Mari started slamming her fists against the wall, feeling her boiled blood slowly cool down, but just not quite enough.
She could feel the skin on her knuckles start to break, and just then did she come to a stop. Her hands were almost numb, but she could still feel the slightest pinch. Mari stood still, still lingering in the corner, but froze stiller than still when she heard footsteps behind her. “Leave me alone, Chad, I don’t want to deal with your—” Her sentence was cut off by a rough hand over her mouth from behind, feeling the ghost tug her out of the corner and throwing her onto the floor. She landed on her back with a grunt and a gasp for air, even though she didn’t really need it come to her condition, and stared up in horror at the man who threw her down with such force.
It wasn’t Chad, or even Tate, but her own father, Hugo Langdon, the smell of alcohol oozing from his pores as he lingered above the poor, defenseless girl. “You look jus’ like yur motherwhen she was yur age..” His words slurred. Mari’s mind went into panic when she watched him come closer to her, slowly falling onto his knees to try to climb on top of her.
"Get away! Leave!" Mari shouted, pushing herself backwards and away with her feet, but was stopped short when she felt a harsh grip around her ankle, and she let out a shrilling scream when he pulled her back to him. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, she struggled and struggled, trying to get away from her father. She looked around for anything she could use against him, and reached for the letter opener that was resting on the side table by her favorite chair. "I said let go you motherfucker!" She shouted one last time and jammed the letter opener in the man’s hand. There was a cry of pain, and he released her.
"You sick son of a bitch…" Mari growled through her teeth, pulling the letter opener out of Hugo’s hand. Something had definitely changed in Mari. She was just attacked, almost raped, by her own father. Maybe the crazy Chad said ran through her veins was finally leaking out, bit by bit, until she finally snapped. "You think you can just…. attack me? Raoe me?" Her well wasn’t dry, new tears streaming down her cheeks. "You monster…" She sobbed, and kneed him where it hurts, watching him crumple to the ground in front of her. That was her chance.
Mari got down and sat on his back, the letter opener shaking in her hands. With a single breath, she brought it down and into the flesh of her father, stabbing him with all of the anger she had. When she was finished, she got up and stood in front of him, out of breath, the letter opener dropping from her bloodied hands. She let out a scream and jumped when his corpse reanimated itself, his hands reaching for her ankkles and succeeding in grabbing them, his grip hard. Why did she have to bruise so easily? Falling backwards, Mari tried her best to scoot away from Hugo, but he wouldn’t let go. He used her body to climb up her, and he held onto her wrists, which gave Mari another good advantage.
Struggling, Mari managed to get loose one of her wrists, and she reached and grabbed his arm, bringing it to her lips. Her teeth sunk deep into Hugo’s arm until Mari had a mouth full of flesh. Just then, she yanked her head to the side, the meat coming off of Hugo’s arm, and managed to escape his grip when he pulled back, sobbing in pain. She felt like she was going to vomit as the hunk of meat plopped out of her mouth. It tasted as if she shoved a bunch of pennies in her mouth; the taste of iron from the blood was too strong. She needed to flee, but she felt so weak, she just steped away from the crime scene and sank into another corner of the study, bloodied, bruised, and in tears.
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