chapter twenty eight,

female rage

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She was just simply wandering the streets, the empty streets of New York since it seemed no one was around this area, she didn't really know rather to turn herself back around, or keep moving forward? But, it would be petty to abandon her older sister.

Samantha Carpenter.

She knew these past days have been quite difficult, and her constantly pushing the older girl away, but she hadn't want to grow close to her because of Tara.

She paused her steps, clenching her fists together. She had anger building up in her own body, her eyes had immediately screwed shut not noticing a ghost standing beside her, but it hadn't been any ghost.

It was her dad. Perhaps, her own rage summoned him towards her. He sensed her rage.

His voice had startled her, "You think just standing here will bring your sister to safety, Lala?" His eyebrow had raised, tilting his head in amusement at his daughters antics.

Citlali ultimately gasped, and immediately swallowed down her saliva. It couldn't possibly be him. . . right?

"Who are you?" She knew that this was possibly dumb to ask even, but she needed a piece of confirmation.

Billy has easily noticed how she was just moving her head around, body turning around to just find his voice, he had gently spoken to her, "You know who I am, Lala." His voice just sounded rough, but also gentle. He was a much more older version than what Samantha see's him as.

But, Citlali didn't know even that, or Samantha. The younger Loomis sister isn't even aware of how the older version of their father looks like.

Citlali had just felt a tear escaping her very own eye, as her hand had easily wiped the tear away, "Y-You're Billy Loomis. . ." She breathed out before continuing, "Our dad, and my moms husband." She had bluntly retorted, her heart was just thumping rapidly.

This was the closest she's ever been to her father. He was dead, but his fucking spirit was lingering around the two sisters, and watching over them.

A very soft smile had lingered on his lips, speaking to his second daughter, "Mhm. . . you got that right, Lala. . ." He seen the breeze just hitting his daughters face as some of her baby hairs were sticking out, "I'm going to tell you what I had told your sister not too long ago." He had stood right beside his daughter, and just easily placed his own hand onto her left shoulder.

She felt the cold sensation.

Citlali had questioningly furrowed her eyebrows, "What'd you tell her?" She had easily scrunched up her nose.

"You two girls need to stick together. . ." He had slowly began, and was just gently speaking to her, "She is your older sister, Lala. And, you know family comes first. . . you can't abandon each other." He had reminded her.

Citlali had shook her own head, speaking back to him in quite the sass tone, "She has Tara. Sam, she doesn't need me, and I don't need her." She had argued back.

He pinched his nose, "You and I know that both of you need each other. . ." He had argued back with her, "You two are my kids, you are both fucking Loomis!" He practically shouted that made her heart easily thump quite rapidly because this was the first ever time just hearing what her biological last name is.

Citlali Loomis. ( Citlali Perez )

Citlali bit onto her own cheek before releasing her very own cheek, and speaking in just pure frustration, "I'll just hold her back, dad. . ." The name had just easily slipped out of her tongue before continuing, "I'm so useless on literally everything, I can't defend myself, so what make you think that. . . that I can protect my sister by going back in there, I'll just end up risking both of our very own lives!? She could taste the salt of her tears on her tastebuds after rambling to him in every ounce of frustration she held.

She didn't really understand on what came spilling out of his mouth. It didn't really make sense at first.

"I'll be your eyes," He hummed.

   "Wh — I don't understand?" She had confusingly questioned her dad. I'll be your eyes.

   He had just dived more into his own statement, but was still vague, "I'll help you, Lala. All, we need to do is find you a weapon, and go back in there. . . and, I'll help you on from there, as well." He gently told her, he had noticed the hesitation in her eyes until she had nodded her head.

   "O-Okay," She sighed.

   Citlali turned back around to head back towards the shrine and only stopping when her dad guided her through some area that held a object for her to use, though specifically a tool.

   A sledgehammer.

   Frustration. It's what she has fucking been feeling for the past five minutes for attempting to open the door.

   Citlali had just easily gritted with her own teen, "It's not fucking opening, fucking useless ass door," She been kicking the door with her own foot, and just the frustration in her body was simply detectable, it was radiating all over her own body, it was just taunting her on how fucking useless that she is that the door can't even open.

   Billy had just attempted to calm her down, the rage in her body was just getting out of hand, especially when it's just a door, "Citlali, relax. . ." He gently retorted.

   Citlali wasn't even in the fucking mood. Both of her hands had then immediately held onto the sledgehammer, raising it high and had then smacked the doorknob off that had just made the door go loose.

   A smug look on her face, "There."

   Billy shook his head with amusement detected in his voice, speaking quietly to himself, "Stubborn girl."

   Citlali quietly entered the shrine, and cautiously going up the stairs. She was able to hear the commotion, especially the closer she had gotten.

   Billy had been able to catch a glimpse of everything, his head had then  tilted upwards and had seen his eldest daughter fighting with that detective who shot him after he attempted to protect his youngest daughter, though his eyes had then drifted downwards to the other Carpenter who was to be seen in the middle of an argument with one of the masked killers.

   It had somehow earned the attention of Citlali who was simply just prying into the entire conversation, "Once we're done killing you two, and heading back to kill her mother. I'm going to find my sweet girl rather she likes it or not because she's mine, she wasn't ever his to begin with." He snarled in deep hatred.

   Tara easily snarled back with complete venom that was laced in her own voice, "Aren't you already fucking embarrassed enough with her constant rejection. . . Or, you never taken no for an answer?" She had easily taunted the boy before continuing, "She wasn't ever yours to begin with, it's very disgusting that you had gotten a fucking boner when attacking her, but then, again. . . you've never really been touched intimately by a girl, right?" She yelled at him, that made his face redden in complete anger.

   Citlali had cautiously approached them, though with her dad just rambling into her ear that they can't even fucking see her because of their little screaming match, that it was a good chance for her to sneak up to the boy.

   Billy retorted, "Give it a minute."

   He just wanted to hear what the kid will fucking say, so it can just be cut off when his daughter swings the sledgehammer.

Ethan fumed, "She's fucking min—" His sentence had been cut off when someone had swung something in the back of his head.

Billy had practically laughed, he was really proud of his daughter for having good aim in this swing, especially on the first try so he had spoken to her, "That's my girl." He had easily praised her.

Tara had then gasped in shock, she hadn't expected that only for her eyes to widened at the person in front of her, "Citlali. . . you came back." She breathed out.

   Citlali ignored her response.

   She had kept swinging the sledgehammer, and it was quite easy considering her dad is her very own eyes and just telling her exactly where Ethan is even at, Citlali had snarled in quite the damn anger, "Die you stupid piece of shit, you ruined my entire life. You had fucking killed my bestfriend." She had just screamed at him in full blown anger.

   Ethan gurgling out, "This. . . this isn't you, Citlali. My sweet girl wouldn't do this." He had blood splattered everywhere, and Citlali was just glad that she couldn't see how gruesomely this scene was playing out.

   Tara remained frozen.

   Blood was just splattering everywhere, especially in their clothes, but mostly all over Citlali's face.

  Citlali practically laughed, speaking quite sarcastically to him, "Shut the fuck go with this cliche bullshit. . ." She had then easily swung the sledgehammer and aiming it right at his dick before she had continued on with her very own damn statement, "Haven't you heard? I'm my fathers daughter." She reminded the boy.

   She had ultimately raised her arms with the sledgehammer before saying one last thing to him, "This is enough justice my bestfriend will ever get, you bastard." She had aimed the tool in his face, that she managed to hear bones just cracking of how loud she smacked him.

She had easily dropped the sledgehammer onto the ground. She had began to breathe in and out until a voice had startled her, "Are you okay?" She had easily known that voice belongs to Tara Carpenter.

Citlali had just given her a nasty response, she wasn't in the mood, especially with after what she had done tonight, "As if you care if I'm okay, Tara." She had easily walked away from the girl, though easily flinched when the sound of glass being shattered and also the sound of thuds.

Tara hadn't even had time to process the response from Citlali as just the sound of two bodies landing on the floor startled them, "Oh my god, Sam." Tara yelled out worriedly and just running towards her sister.

Citlali had panicked after hearing that something possibly happened to Sam. So, she had cautiously followed the sound of where the noises were coming from.

It had been quiet for a little shorten awhile until she had heard Sam, her voice was just a bit confused from everything that had just occurred, "W-what's going on? Citlali, what are you doing here?" Her name had captured her attention, eyes wandering around to find her sisters voice.

Citlali had just shyly revealed this to Sam, "Um — I came back for you." She retorted, she hadn't known why she was so damn shy to tell the older girl that.

Tara had to just refrain herself from getting or even so feeling jealous. Especially, when she had seen Sam approaching Citlali and pulling her into a comforting hug, Sam lightly began to tease Citlali, "I thought you didn't care about me?" She retorted. Though, only to feel Citlali just hugging her back a little tighter before she pulled away from the hug.

"Change of heart?" Citlali lightly laughed.

Sam lightly chuckled before her eyes wandered onto Bailey who was still knocked out before she drifted her eyes towards Tara and back to Citlali, "How about you alongside Tara wipe off some of the blood, I have to take care of something. Tara, please?" She had just urged her sister to take Citlali with, though she didn't want Tara's help to guide her towards a restroom in here.

"Don't touch me. . ." She given the girl attitude, as she didn't even like to be mean, but she was so tired of being a punching back to people, that at this point it's best to give people attitude back, especially to those who deserve it.

Tara just frowned. She just wants to apologize for her behavior and for the incident earlier.

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