miles's pov. // TW: violence and gore
i try my best to calm down as i stride over to quint while calling his name.
the man turns around at the sound of me and grins, "miles, how are you? long time—"
"yeah, cut the bullshit quint and step away from flora."
quint chuckles, "i thought you were a changed man now..."
"i am.." i utter.
i remind myself too, i have changed. i can handle this maturely especially in front of my sister.
i don't need to be violent i can just use my words.
"quint..." i shakily speak, "please, just please. leave us alone."
quint looks surprised by my gentleness and he tilts his head like a puppy who's confused.
flora stands there, glaring at the two of us in a fearful way.
she was never too fond of quint so i could understand why she found the man scary.
i put my hand on his shoulder, "quint, y'know... you've put me through shit. i mean, you mentally manipulated and abused me. you sexually used me and made me do awful things, you even took the love of my life away but... i forgive you."
"w- what?"
"i forgive you."
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y/n's pov.
i took a deep breath as we road over to some hotel where my father was staying at for some sort of business trip or whatever, i'm like 90% sure he's retired now but whatever..
i have to face him.
caleb parks a good distance from the hotel and we all put our creepy masks on to hide our identity.
we walk into the small hotel, no one expect the receptionist visible at the moment.
liv quickly walks up to the man and puts her gun to his head.
her threats were vile as i blocked out whatever cruel things she was saying.
"where is mr. l/n staying?!" she demanded in a very loud voice, nothing came out muffled from the mask.
the man whines and whimpers, "105!"
liv turns to look at me as she signals for the three of us to go find 105.
we all stalk up the stairs, our boots high and heavy as we find the correct room.
caleb backs the both of us up and kicks the door down.
we instantly became face to face with a security guard for my father.
liv walks forward and slits the man with one of her weird gadgets, she then grabs her tranquilizer out of her belt and strikes the man, making him fall unconscious.
i block all my senses so i could not feel any guilt, i take deep slow breaths as i gather the courage to face my father.
i glance down at my arm filled with burn marks within my own build up.
now was the time.
liv somehow knocked my father onto the ground, he struggled to crawl away before i grabbed an empty wine bottle and thrusted it against his head.
the bottle clashed against his skin as he cried out.
he turned his fragile body around to face us two masked creatures, his body curled up onto the floor.
caleb on the other hand was guarding the door shut while liv and i dealt with my father.
liv turns to look at me and nods, the two of us take our masks off dangerously slow.
"y/n?" my father croaks out and my jaw clenches.
liv whispers in my ear, "show him no mercy."
i shake off all my doubt as i walk closer to him, i take out liv's gun.
an actual gun of course, one that can clearly kill.
"y/n? is that really you—" my father's stalling was cut off from me putting the gun to his head.
i wasn't going to kill him just yet.. i had some things i wanted to say.
"dad, you ruined me." i sternly state while tears brimmed my eyes, "you made my life hell."
"no, darling, i—"
"NO! am i that much of a disappointment that you had to transform me into your own little puppet?"
the man doesn't answer as he begs for his life using only his eyes.
i purse my lips together and push the gun further into his head, "you will never know half of the abuse i went through. that you ignored because he had damn money! he had a good fucking reputation.. i bet you don't even care about the amount of times he has raped me!"
frail tears fell down my face as i continued, "he had to die, daddy. i'm sorry but it was the only way i could live." i inhale deeply and swallow, "now you have to too."
"no, please! y/n, i love you my darling." he begged and cried as i held the gun up against him.
i look back at liv who was devilishly smiling and then to caleb who had guilt over his entire face from where he stood by the door.
i glanced down at the security guard on the floor, who could've been dead if liv did worse.
my conflict began to rise.
i thought about bringing out a cigarette to give me motivation but i instantly shook off that thought.
this wasn't right.
that security guard had never done harm to me... i bet he even has a family to go home too.
is paying the price equivalent to living through your own trauma?
what i had gone through is something i wouldn't wish on my worst enemy... not even quint.
when i had murdered frazer it's because i had to.. not because i wanted to. i truly had no choice. and it wasn't out of revenge it was out of self defense.
so yes, i didn't deserve to be in jail but committing more crimes wouldn't fill up that void or time i spent in prison.
i gently sniffled as i heard liv urge me on.
"i can't..." i muttered under my breath.
liv nudged me, "y/n, you can do this. think of all the times your fiance laid a hand on you and your father allowed it."
i began to heavily tremble as i went to protest but my father caught me off guard with his words.
"y/n, please. i'm all that you have left."
i shake my head and bite my lip, "no, no you are not."
"then who else do you have? the man who kidnapped you?"
"HE DID NOT KIDNAP ME, HE SAVED ME!" i ruthlessly yelled.
my father sympathetically glared at me, "well.. y/n.. you don't have him either. he... died."
"what?" i choked out.
"miles fairchild was executed a couple months ago."
i felt my heart drop into an explosion.
miles couldn't be dead...
my body began to shake and whatever more talking i heard felt like silence to me.
miles is the only person i have ever truly loved and now he's gone.
i have nobody.
"y/n, hurry!" liv rushed.
in a split second i swap out the gun with the tranquilizer and shoot my father, knocking him out.
mr. l/n stays alive and i'm fine with that.
liv gasps, "y/n, what's wrong with—"
i tightly grip onto her wrist and bring it towards me, "don't you EVER tell me to do something like that again!" i grit my teeth out as i say this in a very menacing way.
i quickly storm out the room as i began to cry.
i'm so fucking done with life.
i need to mourn.