Their Secret Little Assassin

Chapter One

(They are speaking French. When English starts to come into the story I'll put the actual French words and translate for you guys.)

"I'm pretty sure the piano is supposed to fall on the person not the other way around," I point out.

"Shut up you stupid bitch," my stepdad seethed.

"Yeah I'm the stupid one, at least my IQ made it out of the single digits," I chuckled.

Before I could register anything I saw his arm go back than I felt a big force on the side of my face.

Why don't I fight back? Well, this man makes my mother happy for some reason. Even though my mother hates me and makes sure to take her anger out on me anyway she can, for some reason I still want to protect her.

Let me catch you up though.

Like an hour ago I got home late from school. I usually get home at 3:12pm, but today I got home at 3:20pm. So as a result my step father Marc started to yell at me. I yelled back then he hit me. I didn't hit back (as much as I wanted to). He then dragged me to the top of the basement/ my room stairs and pushed me down. I unfortunately landed right on top of my piano which this morning I started to move to the other side of my room, but didn't get to finish. He now was still beating me as you can tell.

"You know what bitch? I think this calls for an extra punishment," he growled.

"Oh boy, what are we thinking? I'm leaning more towards slut or whore, but those are kind of over used, so it's up to you. I can't decide," I said.

Marc as I suspected got out his pocket knife and started carving a word into me. I couldn't help but let out a howl in pain. I can already tell my skin is going to be all black and blue and him carving into my skin isn't helping at all.

"Marc, I'm home," I heard my mother call.

"Me and your mother are going out tonight. Don't do anything stupid," he spit stabbing the knife into me.

"Okay," I whimpered.

God, I hate feeling weak.

I ended up just crying myself to sleep... you know a typical Thursday night.

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I got up around 4:30am like normal and started getting ready for school. I went upstairs to make breakfast for the people who live with me just to find out they are still gone.

Oh well.

I started my walk to school early since last night's beating was terrible. I'm pretty sure I have a broken rib, but it's whatever.

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I was now in the middle of math class trying to get my third nap of the day. I try to do one nap per class period.

"Belle," the teacher said shaking my shoulder to wake me up.

I looked up at her and she smiled down at me. I have this effect on people where they just tend to like me for whatever reason.

"What can I do for you?" I asked.

"The principal needs you in his office," She said.

I nodded and went to the office with my bag. I would've left it if I could trust people.

(Okay they are gonna speak English now, unless there are french words with translations)

"Salut," (Hi) I said walking into the principal without knocking.

I went over to the seats in front of his desk and laid my head back on one armrest and my legs dangled over the other armrest.

"Belle, J'ai des infos malheureuses," (I've got some unfortunate news) he said.