Prologue,

be a good sister, naomi

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BLOOD WAS SMEARED ALL OVER HER FACE, a strain sobbed escaped her own mouth, eyes were glimpsing at the dead corpse of her own mother, the luggages that weren't even halfway packed yet, he came home early like if he knew they were leaving. They were supposed to leave today, leaving behind Wayne Bailey amongst her remaining siblings.

Siblings who never even believed her that Richie harmed her since a child, none of them had believed her.

Bailey shouted, he had simply eyed her like she was just nothing but an object and not his daughter, he was supposed to protect her, yet protected a monster, "Do you see what you made me do, Naomi!?" He approached his daughter, his hand was tightly gripping onto her chin, a strain sobbed escaped her lips, he was just hurting her.

His touch was rough. Never gentle.

Naomi's lips quivered, "I'm sorry. . . I'm sorry. . ." She was shaking, all while she could feel the nasty glare that Quinn and Ethan were giving her, she noticed not a single damn tear had appeared from witnessing their mothers death, "Please, you have to believe me." She had begged.

Wayne who snarled, "Again, with your fucking delusional mind, Naomi? You're not ten anymore. Grow up, and quit with your damn imaginations." He harshly poked her forehead.

Naomi hiccuped, voice breaking, "I — I'm not lying, dad. Richie, he would hurt me, I was a only a little ki—" The room had fallen deadly silent, especially when her dad harshly slapped her on the cheek, she placed her hand on her warm cheek from the impact.

Wayne who spat, "Shut up. You're going to wait over here with your sister until Ethan and I bury your mother. . ." He shoved her into the ground, she has noticed her dad grabbing a gun and handing it to Quinn, "If she moves, or does anything stupid, you have permission to shoot her." Naomi's face paled, she felt her own heart dropping.

God, she should've fucking killed herself. Why did her attempted suicide not work, why is she even still alive. She just wants to die, why can't she die? Death, sounds so beautiful.

Quinn who smiled, tauntingly as she spoken to her sister who wouldn't even spare a glance at her, "This should be fun, right?" Naomi had remained silent, the only thing you were able to hear were the loud thuds of her dead mothers body.

   The door slammed shut, Naomi quickly began running towards her sister, and just rambling to her sister already knowing their dad is gone alongside Ethan, so she can speak freely to her, "Please, Quinn. . . you have to believe me, we can both run, and start fresh. You and I?" A soft smile had appeared on her face, begging her sister to listen to her.

   Quinn held onto her sisters arm tightly, and also twisting her sisters arm that made Naomi squirm in agony, "Richie would never hurt you, you're lying. Our brother is now dead because of that psycho bitch." She had gritted her own teeth.

   Naomi got the upper-hand, tears trickling down her eyes as she gritted her teeth, all while she spoke, "He did, Quinn. Though, you know I'm actually quite grateful that she killed him because he can't hurt anyone else, he's fucking dead, and I'm glad!" She laughed in her sisters face despite the tears that were trickling down her eyes.

   Her monster was gone.

   Quinn had felt her eyes simply getting watery, lips quivering, "You're a real bad sister, Naomi. He was our brother, you should be mourning him like we all are!" She harshly whispered.

   Naomi kept her stance, "He was a bad brother, Quinn. I'm not going to ever mourn him, he could rot." She screamed.

   How can the world be so cruel? Her sister didn't even believe her, she felt the suffocation of living in this household that holds nothing, but horrible memories — She wanted to leave this damn place behind, and start a fresh life. Perhaps, college will be a fresh start in life, and find people who will believe her.

   Quinn bumped shoulders with her, and sitting in the sofa where'd she cried over her brothers death, yet Naomi crouched back down to the floor, and remained silently sobbing over her mothers death, she shouldn't of ever told her the damn truth, perhaps she wouldn't of ended up dead. Five bullets in the head, and she had herself to blame.

She had no one, anymore.

A part of her didn't know how long she was sitting on the floor until her fathers voice had boomed, body stiffened, "Girls?" Calling out for them, yet she remained silent unlike Quinn.

Excitedly, speaking, "In here."

   Wayne alongside Ethan had entered the living room with a duffel bag in their hands, and also a shit eating grin on his mouth, "I've been planning this for several days. . ." He had slowly began, speaking to them all, "We're all going to avenge your brothers death, all who had simple involvement to his death are going to suffer for the pain that they've caused us." He angrily furrowed his eyebrows.

   What about her pain?

   Pain that Richie caused her?

   Quinn alongside Ethan, "Fuck yeah!"

   Naomi had shook her own head, and was just shakily speaking to her dad, "No. I'm not going to avenge his death — I'm not. . . No!" She had attempted to walk away only for her dad to grip her arm, tightly.

   Wayne who harshly spoken to her, all while his voice was just slightly raising, "You're going to avenge his death because I'm asking you to do it. . ." She was slowly about to interrupt him only for him to speak over her, "You attempt to run, or do anything else, Naomi. . . I'll murder you, the exact same way I murdered your own mother." He had harshly whispered in her ear, the grip on her arm tightening, and she already knew that it'll leave a bruise.

   Her voice had simply cracked, and she knew that there was no other damn fucking choice, she just wanted to survive and if this was the only way, so be it, whispering back to her dad despite her trembling body, "Okay. I'll do it." She exhaled, hot tears were trickling down her eyes.

   She had seen her dad shove something in front of her, it seemed like evidence until he had spoken to her, he sounded quite excited as she just had held onto the object, her fingers were slowly caressing the mask, a tears of hers landing on the white area, "This mask belonged to Roman Bridger, you're going to wear it." He pulled away from her, she had simply ignored the voices lingering behind her, and remained in a trance as she held onto this mask.

An unfamiliar shadow stood beside her, a rough voice that made her stiffen and not make any movement, "God, I love vulnerable people. You're going to make it out alive, Naomi. All you have do is betray your family. You don't need them." The figure had vanished, wiping her own tears.

The thing is. . . she isn't strong. She'll never make it out of this alive, and that's what had genuinely terrified her.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, hope you liked
the prologue.

I'm not sure if I like this —
I'm going to jump right ahead
towards the Halloween party.

Naomi attempting to escape,
and Bailey tricking her by 'allowing her'
only to chase her in the attire.

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