Why Do Bad People Get Away With Everything?

Moral of the story - Ashe ft Niall Horan

10 years ago

"Patricia," mommy called me and I looked up from my homework and stared at her as she kept the neat plates into the rank. "Go find out what your father is doing." She ordered and I nodded and jumped down from the high chair before leaving the kitchen to find Jack. I dreaded going to his room. He was so mean to me.

"Jack?" I nodded on the door of the room and heard no reply from him. I didn't want to be rude and open his door without any permission so I leaned my ear against the door so I could hear what was going on inside. I heard his voice finally, but he sounded like he was crying. My eyebrows furrowed in worry so I opened the door and gasped at the mess he created. He was throwing his food and sauce all over the walls of his room.

"Jack! Stop it, you're making a mess! Mommy warned you to stop!" I screamed and attempted to pull off the fry from his hand but he pushed me away.

"Ow." I cried and rubbed my elbow where I landed on. "You're so mean." I cried out when he began to throw his food at me.

"I. Hate. You. I. Hate. You," he chanted I got up when mommy got into the room.

"Jack stop it," she took the food from his hand and I stood there watching as she picked the bits of food on the ground. "She's your daughter. You don't treat family this way," she scolded and he looked up to glare at me.

"She. Is. Not. Family."

"You're not family." Aunt Rory reminded me in a whisper as she hit the back of my head with her purse. I digged my nails into my palm in anger as I felt the pain on my scalp. She was right anyway. I wasn't family. I was just  an outcast to the Abels, an alien.

Alien.

The word flashed through my mind like something I was used to. Yellow eyes filled with tears stared at me as I found myself falling into darkness. I shook my head and blinked off the image. Those were the same colors my eyes would turn to whenever I used my power. I could still remember the first time I burnt my teddy. I was staring at the mirror, thinking of who my real parents were.

Here I was, in the office of the cop investigating Jack's death. I picked up the picture I was given, and clamped my palm around my mouth to stop the song that threatened to leave my lips. His headless body was lying in the pool of his blood and his head, was floating in the bloody water in his bathtub.

"I know nothing of his death. We were just called this morning to be informed. His daughter is so heartbroken. She couldn't even eat her breakfast this morning. Who could have done this to him?" Uncle Brodie lamented to the cop and I squeezed the picture tight and glared at him. He was talking as if he knew about Jack and I. Like he had been there for us.

"What I wanna know is why he was living alone. A vulnerable man like that was abandoned by your family," the cop had the back of his hand under his chin as he stared at them with a pointed stare.

"I'll keep on saying this. We offered to take care of him but his sister refused. We weren't aware of his maltreatment." Uncle Brodie said and my eyes widened. I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up, the chair scraping harshly on the ground and they both turned to me.

"Fucking liars! You sent us out of the mansion. You left the both of us to take care of ourselves. Don't you dare blame it on a woman who depends on pennies to survive." I told them and the cop raised an eyebrow at me. Uncle Brodie glared at me so hard and nudged Aunt Rory on her shoulder. I didn't fail to miss the little smirk she had on her lips as she turned to the cop and whispered to him. I wish I could hear what she was saying to him, the corruptness they were both sharing.

The cop simply ignored me and arranged all the scattered files on his desk. "We would see to this, and apprehend the murderer. You may leave," he said in a small smile and I bit my lower lip not to utter a word out of pure disgust for the cop. I hissed in pain as Aunt Rory pulled my wrist, her artificial nails digging into my skin. I had no other choice than to let her drag me around like I was her slave.

"You still don't know how to keep your mouth shut when you're asked," she threw me to a wall in the empty hallway. I stared at her with empty eyes and that seemed to infuriate her the more. "Where were you huh? Where were you when your useless father was murdered? Why didn't you die along with him?"she asked and I gave her a smirk. A smirk that was forced but was the only way to let her know I hated them with so much passion.

"I was out there working for Jack and I unlike you both who depends on my late mother's money. I hope you illiterates don't destroy what she build." I smiled at her red face. I gasped and clawed Uncle Brodie's arm for air as he wrapped his palm around my thin throat. I tried to free myself as I felt him lift me up in the air, with legs dangling and hitting the wall behind me. My vision turned blurry as my head was spinning. Small ragged gasps were escaping my throat.

"You will watch the way you speak to us you disgrace of a human being. She's gone and it's left for us with smarter brains to show you where you belong. We just needed Jack out of the way and we're grateful he's gone."

"Fuck you." I spat on his face with forced breath and he wiped his face furiously. I didn't want to fight in a station. My head whipped to the side as his hand came in contact with my cheek and I ignored it and struggled against his firm grip. I could feel my life slipping away.

"Since we are in control of you, we have someone who's willing to adopt you. A man in his early forties and you're going with him tomorrow. You'll stay at the mansion tonight where we'll keep a close eye on you. The papers has already been signed," Aunt Rory told me and my blood boiled at her smug smile. I really wanted to kill them both so badly.

"Fuck you! All of you! I hate you! I hate you! I fucking hate you! I wish you all will rot in hell where you fucking belong! I hate you!" My screams echoed throughout the station as the dragged me away.

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