Vengeance

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Serenity's POV

Parent's house

"MA!"

"Oh shit! Pull it back up!" I heard commotion and walked into the kitchen, cause that's where the noise was coming from. I looked I. The kitchen to see my mom's hair a hot mess, dad's shirt was button incorrectly, they were breathing heavily. It didn't take a idiot to know what happened here. 

That is so fucking gross.

"I-I just came to visit, but now I can't... nope I'm not doing this." I told them and walked out to see the twins asleep.

Aw they look so peaceful... time to wake them up.

"Serenity... don't. You. Dare." Mom told me. Her and dad looked like they were going to blow up if I woke them up.

"Sweetheart, you love us parents right?.. we just buy them to bed an hour ago.. they keep us at night.. we need the sleep!" Dad told me, I looked at him with disappointment. He claims him and mom need sleep but what they were doing requires energy. So I will gladly do the honors.

I put both hands in the crib and started to lightly shake their stomach, the started to stir around, until a minute later they woke up, starting at me with their big eyes.

"Hi pretty babies, you look so cute, did I wake you, I'm sorry, I'm just teaching mommy and daddy a lesson!" I start tickling them and they start giggling. " now I would take you out the crib but you guys move too fast for me so here, watch coco melon on my phone."

I turned around to see my parent glaring at me. What did I do?

" why are you guys so angry?" I asked them innocently. " this is just like high school with McKenna." Mom told dad. " what does aunt McKenna have to do with this?" I asked her. " when your dad was baby sitting his little siblings, We went over to help and she woke them all up." Mom told her.

"Haha, anyways mom I need to get something from my room, but I need the key from you or dad who ever has it." . They looked at me like a I had eight heads.

"You, want to go in your room?" Dad asked me. 

No I want to go to a clown house.

"Yeah, I believe it's the room upstairs last door on the right."

"Don't get smart with me little girl, I'll still smack you." Mom narrowed her eyes at me. "We just didn't think you would want to go in your room, since you left."

"I'm fine mom, I just need to grab something and then you can lock it back into solitary confinement."  She looked at me unsure but eventually gave in.

"Fine, it's behind the picture frame in the hall by your room door..". She told me. I nodded my head and walked away going up the steps. I saw the painting she was talking about, it was our family trip to Greece when I was in seventh grade. I stood out the most in the picture. I was fat.

At that time in my life I hated my body. Still even after the weight loss, I still didn't like it. I don't know if it was my head talking to me but I just couldn't love my body like others do. Shaking my head I just moved the photo and the key fell right in my hand.

I walked up to the door staring at it, I didn't know if I should go in there. I debated with myself to go inside a room that made me feel like shit for years. A room that my siblings beat me up in constantly, more so Sam.

A room I wasn't safe in so I slept in my parent's  bedroom couch for weeks and woke up to go back in my room before they woke up. A room I, Purposely made myself throw up in, thinking  it would help me lose weight. I don't think I can do it.