Positions

Prologue

The warehouse was empty, each step Y/N took echoed. It was how she intended it to be, just as she imagined—she dreamed of this very day since that night took place.

Revenge was something Y/N craved, she was starving.

The man tied to the chair mere feet away from her took what she loved dearly and destroyed it. How could someone hurt something, someone so pure and innocent?

The heels of Y/N's red bottoms clicked against the floor with each step she took. There was one thing on her mind, this—this was different than what she was used to. She couldn't bring herself to leave without going through with it, not this time.

The man in that chair, he was not making it out alive. Y/N wanted to draw things out as death would be mercy for what he deserved.

His pleas rang through the warehouse, Y/N ignoring each and every one of them just as he did to his victim. Y/N watched as tears spill from his eyes and fall down his cheeks.

The woman couldn't help but laugh at the sight, tilting her head as she watched him squirm.

"Pathetic." She muttered.

Marco had been someone Y/N looked to for guidance, someone who provided that familial bond and support when her own turned their back's on her. They had grown up and matured with each other, he had been to every achievement in Y/N's life.

For the so-called man to betray Y/N's trust, take advantage of her kindness and treat her—treat her daughter like this?

This wasn't going to end in any other way than his death. Nobody would put their hands on
Y/N's child and live to speak of it.

"Y/N—please this is a misunderstanding."

Y/N kept her back toward him, pulling her daughter's favorite knife out of her pocket with ease. She wanted to insure the blade was sharp enough to finish the task at hand. The pad of her thumb skimmed across the blade, a stinging sensation coursing through her.

She watched as blood dripped onto the blade with a smile.

The man continued to plea for his life, but it was no use, Y/N had made up her mind the moment she held her daughter's lifeless body in her hands.

"I told you Y/N, I didn't do anything."

Y/N peeked over her shoulder, staring intently as Marco's head slouched after an attempt to free himself from the ropes he was wrapped in. They bound his wrists and ankles to the chair he sat in, unable to move. 

He begged for his life once more, "Let me go, please. I'll do anything Y/N."

"I don't like liars Marco."

Marco groaned in pain, "Y/N."

"I didn't hurt H—"

Before he could mutter the name, Y/N charged at him with full force, slamming the knife into his thigh and raising her first, connecting with his face over and over. The force of it all caused him to fall onto his back, but it wasn't enough. Nothing would ever be enough because Y/N wouldn't have her child back.

Y/N pulled herself off of him, breathing heavily as she took in the sight below her. Marco had been beaten, bloody and bruised.

Bending down to his level, the woman gripped the underside of his chin, forcing him to look at the last face he'd ever see, just as he was the last her daughter seen.

The man continued to plea for his life.

Y/N spit on him, standing up.

"She was a child Marco!" Y/N yelled, her voice echoing. Y/N used the back of her bloody hand to wipe the sweat off of her forehead, the tips of her fingers coming to button the few that came undone on her shirt. Y/N took the moment of silence between the two to walk around, stopping behind the chair.

"She didn't do anything to you, she was just a little girl. Why'd you do it?"

It was as if she asked the question to nobody, no response from the man who couldn't seem to shut up a moment ago. The guilt of it all was beginning to affect him just as the anger did the same to Y/N.

Bending down, Y/N grabbed the man by the back of his shirt, letting the chair settle. Y/N pulled the knife from its sunken place within his thigh, listening to his screams with a smile.

The woman gripped the underside of his chin once more, forcing his head back until it hit the top of the chair. The blade was brought to his face, Y/N beginning to carve into it as his screams echoed.

It was when he was no longer recognizable, his facial features nonexistent aside from the ones made by Y/N—is when she stopped. You couldn't see much aside from blood.

Even then, the woman wasn't satisfied.

She walked around to face him, taking a few steps back to admire her work. The woman tossed the knife, listening to it hit the ground and bounce.

"My daughter deserves an apology."

Y/N was met with nothing but silence in response. Granted, there was not much Marco could say or do given his current predicament. Existing was proven to be torturous at this given moment, something Y/N desired for him.

The silver pistol slid out of Y/N's waistline, a bullet fleeing the gun to hit Marco's tibia head on. Y/N had quite the aim.

He screamed in agony.

"You're going to pay for what you did to my child you sick son of a bitch. Your family and everyone you love is in danger because of your choices."

Y/N seemed to be enjoying the pain she caused him, some would say it was borderline sadistic the way she was feeling. She believed all of this, everything she was doing was much more kinder than what he deserved.

Y/N punched the man in the stomach, knocking him onto his back once more. She took the opportunity to rest her foot against his neck, he was nothing.

Y/N applied pressure against him, aiming the piece of steel that rested in her palms at the man's head, listening as he begged and pleaded profusely for his life. It was then, Marco realized his life was over, Y/N was unforgiving.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I'm sorry."

The warehouse doors had opened, footsteps moving toward Y/N, but the woman refused to move. The man below her foot was dying today, even if that was the last thing she did.

"Lower your weapon Y/N."

The familiarity of that voice halted Y/N's actions, but only for a moment. The piece of steel that rested within Ariana's grasp clicked, it was ready to fire at any moment. It was ready to fire at Y/N.

How could she? How could Ariana do such a thing when Y/N was doing nothing wrong—she was seeking revenge for her daughter, their child.

"He did this to our child Ariana. You should be right beside me getting revenge for our daughter." Y/N hadn't bothered looking away from Marco's eyes, she knew what was waiting for her.

"This is not the right way to go about things Y/N, you know that. Drop your weapon and let him go, the law will get him, and we'll give you 24 hours to say your goodbyes and turn yourself in."

"Are you being serious?"

Marco muttered, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

Flashes of her daughters' lifeless body came into vision and Y/N couldn't help what she did next.

"Sorry won't bring her back."

A single bullet was fired followed by several others before Y/N's body fell to the floor.