Promised to a Petrov

Chapter 10

The SUV hummed loudly as I pulled up in front of my fathers house. A rather grim aura surrounding the house in the dark of night.

I hate this house, I can't stress how much I fucking hate this place. I've said it once and I'll say it again. I hope if burns to the ground.

I shut the car off and slam the door, with the file in my hand and the knife in the other, I storm in. Low and behold my father sits at the head of his table, a fork in his hand as the sound of metal clinking against glass echo's through the room.

My 'family' sits there at the table, silent and still scrapping at their plates as if they are trying to think of something to say and yet no one has the balls to say it because our father likes his meals quiet. I don't care.

I throw the file across the table, watching it scatter out of the manilla folder and spam out all around him, a few pictures dropping on the floor.

"You could have told him to back off. You could have threatened him, or blackmailed him. You didn't need me to kill him, why!? Why did you make me do it!?" He doesn't even glance up at me. I stand there like a fool, my siblings looking up at me as our father discards my words and continue to cut up his steak.

He places down the steak knife and bites the bit of steak he just cut from the slab. Chewing slowly, eyes closed, savoring the flavor.

I walk over to his side, his eyes still closed and with the blood dried knife, I stick it into his glass of water. As the ice clinks around his eyes shoot open and he watched me as I grab his napkin, shaking off any excess water from the blade, and wipe the blood with the cloth napkin.

He looks at the little dries flakes on the cloth, the once pure white stained with red and before I know it he's out of his seat with his arms wrapped around my throat. He pins me to the table and I can't help but laugh.

"You've always hated me, all because my mother didn't love you" I chuckle and with rage filling his eyes, that's hate in his body powering up, he tightens his grip, pulling me up slightly and slamming me back down. I hear the scrapes of chairs but no one comes to my aid as I cough. Nor do I reach up to pry his hands away.

Those next twenty seconds were just a staring battle. His black eyes that thrive off of the pain misery of others staring back at mine. The eyes are the window to the soul, my father had no soul, just darkness, an emptiness in him because poor Konstantin wasn't shown enough love as a kid.

His parents mistakes and his hunger for power and money is the reason I am cursed to live the rest of my life damaged beyond repair.

He won't kill me, at least not yet, not when I'm valuable to him.

"Father" I hear a voice call out, but then again my ears were ringing and I could feel my heartbeats in my limbs so maybe they didn't.

He let go of my neck and backed up.

I do nothing to cover my mouth as I gasp and cough, I stay laying as I was and when I catch my breath I laugh. There was nothing funny, nothing humorous going on or being said but I laughed. It's all I could do.

"Isn't this great guys" I sat up, spreading my arms wide as I looked at my siblings, I didn't want to be peaceful with him anymore, "Just like old times, dad beating me because it brings him joy, Mila judging me even though she's pregnant with a bastard from the gardener, really following after dads footsteps. A wise tip Mila, it isn't your kids fault you couldn't wrap it, remember that when one of you call it quits"

I grab the knife and tuck it back into the waistband of my pants.

"I remember when we were kids, how I'd take the blame for Leo sneaking into dads office, mhmm do I remember the beating I got. Or when Yuri blamed me for stealing dads watch" I pointed at the two boys as I look over at our father who is fuming.

"Damn was I stupid, for always having your backs and sheltering you. Look where it's got me, nowhere!" I chuckle, hunching over as pain emits from my stomach at my laughing.

"Your out of your mind Katiya, go home" I gasp as Mila speaks up.

I can't help but take a step towards her, bending over to be at her level as she still sits.

"Our father just tried to choke me out and your still eating. I may be insane, but at least I'm not self centered, fucking cunt" she stood up then and I laughed as I was yanked back, Yuri grabbing me and pushing me.

"Get the fuck out of here" he hissed as Leo help back Mila but truth be told my little sister was carrying a beach ball in front of her.

"Poor Yuri, always believing you were living in my shadow. Always insecure about not being daddy's favorite. NEWSFLASH, It sure as hell wasn't me, I got the markings on my body to prove it." I sucked my teeth and stood there, watching as they all stared at me, our father just observing, not truly even caring.

I turn to him with shrug, "I have done everything I can to be the daughter you wanted. To overcome being the bastard even though it's your fault I'm here in the first place. No matter what I did, I'll always just be a regret." I pointed at Mila, "I did no wrong, you always knew it was them and let me take the blame and yet even now I'm the problem. Even when Mila got pregnant and risked your deal..." I let the sentence drag on by raising an eyebrow at him.

And you didn't even exterminate of it like you had mine, I think.

I hum and watch, that one he didn't like. Like an angry animal he stomped toward me, his arm already up. I was prepared for a hit and when it was delivered, his slap stung and my head whipped to the side. I knew my pale skin would redden and bruise, as would my neck, but fuck if I cared. I was high on adrenaline.

"That's my father ladies and gentlemen, a man of violence and aggression" I hissed and was met with another slap, his hands clasped around my hair and I was dragged across the house to the front door.

His hands rough and callous, gripping onto my strands and with all his strength before he quite literally throws me out, tossing me out there door and down the front steps. My head collides first with the cement and I feel a fish as I roll, red splotches slinging past my eyes as I tumble.

He watches me as I get up, it was then that I had no doubt that a gash was now on my forehead. Just buy touching it, I knew I wouldn't be able to hide that even if I tried. Blood tainted my fingertips and I felt a cut at my lower back where the knife had cut my back at all the Un-calculated   movement.

I shake my head, letting out a dark chuckle as I get back to the car.

"Goodnight papa"