Joshs' POV

My company keeps getting bigger and bigger. The name of it is Krone. What we sell is stocks, so we're talking here about a big business. That explains my good fortune on money right? Well, you're wrong.

My good fortune started since I was 19, inherited from my parents. How? No idea.

Got a lot of land also in Pennsylvania and other places which I'm currently renting to others. Here and there, I'm always working. My mind was now going to over-drive. I need to sleep!

I kept tossing and turning in my king sized bed unable to snooze. I glanced at my alarm clock resting on my night table and it read: 3:04am. I have been up ever since.

I sat up from my bed this morning at 5:00am, since I had to work.

Besides work, Kimberly was the one keeping me here at night, barely blinking.

What I did, how I treated her, everything just makes me feel now like crap. I know her place, I know what she did but flashbacks were strolling in a string of Kim and I from the very start. She was my everything, and so was I to her.

Fury wells up in me, tightening in a knot making me sit up in my bed. Even if she was my everything, she became my foe; someone who destroyed my life and trust.

How could I forget that? How can I let these harmless memories make me weak? I will not. I'm just going to change the variety of how things are to be done.

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Memories

'What do you think you're doing, huh? What the heck are you doing, you slut!' Daddy slurred. He was again drinking and as an effect, he became very violent.

He was yelling at mom in her face, and although I was beyond terrified I was even more mad that he was yelling and screaming to mommy. As usual.

Mom wasn't even cowering, she was just indifferent, as if a zombie.

I want her to react!

Dad raised his balled up fist and punched mom on her left eye. She yelped lowly in pain looking down at the floor, yet again with the same poker face.

When dad was about to strike mom again I stood up from my hiding spot, which was under the living room table and ran to dad angry.

'Stop it! Don't hit mommy!' I began pushing him and hitting him but he didn't move. His face was contoured with fury and he pushed off mom, making her fall to the floor like a doll.

He began taking off his belt and striked me once. I yelled out in pain with my face scrunched up and salty tears were pouring down my face. Strike after strike, I kept screaming in pain but mommy never did anything.

She just stood up and went into her room not even sparing me a glance.

'Mom! Don't leave me!' I shouted at the top of my lungs, as daddy striked me yet again but this time I yelled louder with pain so hard to bare, that my voice wasn't there.no more.

End of memory

I woke up heaving and sweating with thunderous fear clutched in my chest.

After that day, I remember Kimberly climbed up to my room and slept with me, letting me cry it out silently.

I never got caught on the numerous of times Kim slept with me on my bed, comforting me.

Her dad was always traveling and Mom never checked up on me. Also, I always locked my door for fear of dad coming in and killing me.

I used to live in constant fear; I never truly knew when was he going to murder me.

Kimberly...

I'm becoming weak because of my past, and I have to stop or I'll be changing my plans.

But Kimmie is now gone, in fact, Kimmie was long gone way before when she turned 16. But that, is another story I'll leave for another time.

As I peeled off all of my garments, I stepped on my bare feet into the shower with lukewarm water sliding down my body; relaxing my tensed muscles.

I cocked my head back, letting the water fill me with it's warmth as I think of a way to avenge Kimberly.