I'm trying to fight. I'm trying to have hope. I'm trying to have faith. I'm trying to believe... But damn is it hard; everything isn't going as planned. I'm getting tired. I'm getting tired of fighting; of hoping that everything will be alright. Cause everytime I fight and stand, everything collapses and I feel a piece of me die, and the tears begin to drop; just like the angry rains of the sky.

"Honey, really? Of all things, you just had to do that to the man?" Dad mutters, his arms crossed against his chest, a look of disbelief and amusement on his face.

I shrug, looking at him with a small smile on my lips. I know he's proud of me, even if he won't say it in front of Mom, who looks shocked.

"I had to do it; the man wanted to hurt Serena, and I was getting payback," I mutter, bitting my nails, which are in need of a manicure.

"I know that he deserved it. But princess, shooting a man in the balls is wicked." Dad says, a small smirk on his face. "I thought you would just kill him, not damage his jewels." He adds, chuckling.

"Shawn!" Mom shouts, slapping the back of his head, shock on her face. "You're suppose to be lecturing her. You aren't suppose to encourage her behavior," Mom says, shaking her head at Dad, who has a hand on the back of his head.

"Why shouldn't I encourage her? She did society justice, and I need to applaud her for that... The man could have hurt more people; they would have been traumatized... She hurt what made him a monster, and she did a fucking good job." Dad says, giving me a high-five.

"I'm proud of you, Angel." Dad continues, walking to give me a hug, which I gladly return.

"Thank you, Dad." I mutter, looking at Mom, who looks stressed.

"I'm also proud of you, baby... But I'm also worried," She sighs, walking towards both Dad and I. "What if Dave hurts you? Hurting one of his men is calling for war... Dave is sinister. He is wicked and evil. He might hurt you." Mom mutters, wiping the tears that drop from her eyes, which results in both Dad and I hugging her.

"You don't have to worry about that. Dave won't hurt any of us. He won't hurt Serena, you, or Viv... No one will hurt my daughter when I'm still alive." Dad says, placing a kiss on my forehead.

"And, plus, I can handle the men that he will send... I'm a fighter. A soldier, that will die fighting... You guys didn't raise no coward." I mutter, which makes both my parents smile.

Dad and I continue assuring Mom, till noon. I walk out of the family office after my parents leave, walking upstairs to Serena's room.

I feel anxious, not knowing how I'll find her. My sister has become a shadow of herself, and she is always flinching when people go near her.

Serena is usually locked away in her room, crying.

She doesn't come out of her room, unless food is involved. Serena is like me when it comes to food.

I sometimes wake up to her cries, which are full of agony and pain. She always speaks of someone coming to hurt her; to ruin her innocence.

If only I manged to hurt Dave, I would have done it with a smile on my face. I could have hurt him, if only he was in the country.

Dave is out of the country for business, and I don't know when he'll be back.

The bastard is a true coward. He knew I'd hurt him.

I sigh, walking inside Selena's room, which has natural light now, something that the room has lacked these past few weeks.

I enter the room, smiling as I see her drawing, a dress I presume.

Selena has a passion for fashion, and I know that clothes are something that always cheer her up.

I'm just glad to see her acting like herself. She hasn't had her sketchbook in weeks, and it's refreshing to see her doing what she loves.

"Hey, bèbe," I call out to her, my fake french accent sounding ridiculous.

Serena hearing my voice, turns towards me, her eyes, which were swollen a few days ago, lighting up.

"Hello, grape," Serena smiles, making me scowl, the nickname she gave me years ago, ruining my good mood.

"Really, Sere? I thought we got over that nickname,"

"You did. I never did." She states, making me roll my eyes.

"Whatever," I mutter under my breath, walking to sit besides her. "That looks beautiful." I smile, amazed at the beautiful dress she has drawn.

"You think so?" Serena mutters, doubt clear in her voice.

"Think? I'm certain... You should really work on exposing this beautiful talent of yours to the world," I smile at her, looking at the sketch afterwards.

"No. I can't do that; it's forbidden, remember?" Serena replies, the fear in her voice making me turn my eyes away from the sketch. "Dave will kill me if he was to find out." She mutters under her breath.

"Showcasing your talent isn't forbidden. Girl, you are gifted, and I can see you succeeding. Fuck Dave; he shouldn't hold you back... And don't worry about him getting to you, he's be six feet under if he tries to hurt you." I mutter, placing my hand on top of hers, which results in her releasing the pencil she was clenching.

Serena sighs, looking at me with defeat.

"You know, I don't want to feel like this. I don't want to think about Dave, or his family... I know that he won't get to me when I'm here; but I also know that he won't rest till he sees me dead... The man hates me. He has told me more than a million times, that he wishes I was dead. And sadly, I thought he would change.... I can't believe he wanted to do that to me. I'm his only daughter, for goodness sake! I thought he would let go of his resentment. But as I grow older I realize that he will never be the father I wish he was." Serena says.

"Viv, I can't help but think of what would have happened to me that night. That man would had assaulted me; he would have hurt me. And my father, my blood, would have been the cause... I usually dream about that night. I have seen what happens to people that pass through such situations. They never come out sane; they come out broken. A piece of them goes missing. A few of them come out with their heads held high. And sadly, a lot of them hide from the world. And I know that I would be the latter. Viv, I always wonder what society would say. You know how they treat the victims; I would been blamed for seducing the man. I would have been called names. I would have been spat at. My name, my reputation; everything would have been ruined. I would have been ruined." Serena rambles, looking at me with teary eyes.

I pull her in my arms when I see the look of fear in her eyes, not wanting to see her hurting.

"Sere, Dave never deserved to be your father. You are one in a million. Yes, children deserve to have parents, but not all parents deserve to have children; and Dave is proof of that... People that have been assaulted, they are strong. They are Queens. They are Kings. They should never hide from the world, they should hold their heads high for surviving... They need to speak out; just like you did. Abusers want to see their preys crawling; they want to see them crying. They want to see their victims hiding... Baby girl, such people are stupid. They think they are gods when they hurt people, but in reality, they are just demons; demons that don't deserve to be free... And as for society; it will never be satisfied. It always has something to say, and it never says anything sensible. Fuck what it says! I'm tired of it hurting us. We're all humans, and I think people forget about that. What someone wears or does, shouldn't be a reason to get assaulted. If a man can't keep it in his pants, then he has a problem. His little stick shouldn't be traumatizing people! You're going to like it. You're going to enjoy it; cause that's why you're dressed like this! And society thinks that's alright? Society always tries to protect the villain's, it never wants to protect the victims. And that's why it shouldn't decide your life... You, my dear, are a Queen. Society should never tell you to do shit, cause the people in it aren't even happy with themselves." I ramble, my blood boiling.

I'm tired of society and it's blame game. Everything is wrong in people's eyes and no one sees that.

Your dressing code is wrong. You're distracting the men! If they hurt you, it's your own damn fault.

What's my fault? Am I to blame for a person's wicked faults? Are my clothes to blame. Is my body the problem?

Why is a woman always blamed, when the man is at fault? What's wrong with people always hating on the woman?

And sadly, even men are laughed at when they tell people about their assault. Cause a man can't get hurt... Isn't he human? Is he made of steel?

"You probably liked it!" Liked what, having a stick up my bums without my permission?

And those that hurt children? Does it mean the children were also seducing them?

Men and women that assault others need to be arrested, locked up! And if the higher powers can't do shit about it, then they need their heads checked.

"I'm lucky to have you in my life." Serena says, smiling at me. "I heard what you did to that man, and I want you to know that I'm grateful." She adds.

I unfold my clenched up fists, looking at Selena with a small frown.

"You don't have to thank me. I have to look out for you, because you're my sister. My best friend and partner in crime. I have to look after you, who will if I don't?" I ask, wiping a tear that drops from her eyes.

"And, plus, the man might have been hurting other people. I had to end the torture they must have felt... No one deserves the trauma that comes from such monsters." I add, which makes Serena nod.

I end up changing the topic afterwards, cracking jokes, which thankfully makes Serena laugh.

~

"She seriously did all that to the man?" I ask Seth, who nods at me with terror on his face. "She's a savage; I like that." I mutter, impressed by the news that Seth is telling me.

Vivian, I confirmed her name, shooting someone in the balls is both impressive and scary.

The girl looks so innocent; I would have been in denial if I didn't see the dead man's body.

Vivian has great aim, and she sure knows how to destroy one's dignity; even in death.

The man was a strong solider of Dave's mafia, his second in command. The man was feared amongst millions of people, and his legacy has ended in a blink of an eyes, by an innocent looking girl.

Dave's men will end up dead when people find out about what happened, because they will know how weak his gang is.

I can already see a war breaking out between Don Shawn's mafia and Dave's gang.

Fortunately, I know whose gonna win, and I plan on being on their team.

Don Shawn is powerful, and I'm sure he will want his daughter to have protection. He'll also want alliances.

"Seth, can you call Don Shawn For me? I want to do business with him." I state, smirking as I mentally think of my plan.

I can hit two birds with one stone if he accepts my proposal.

"Ain't you both business partners? What other business do you want to do with him?" Seth curiously asks, looking at me with worry on his face.

"That's the legal business you're talking about. I want to do real business with him now. His mafia and ours need to merge, we'll have more power and we'll also get revenge on Dave in the process... The bastard has been living his best life for a long time now; I think it's time for us to destroy him now. And even if we don't do shit to him, we'll have the satisfaction of seeing him die in Don Shawn's arms." I ramble, beginning to feel irritated.

Seth must see my irritation, because he doesn't say anything. He nods his head instead, getting his phone out; he's hopefully texting Don Shawn.

I can't wait to ruin you Dave.

And I can't wait to get close to you, Vivian.

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