Hey Guys! So basically my previous story "Lurking" didn't turn out to be so nice so I'm gonna try again and write something different. Hope you enjoy!

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Flashback:
"Daddy, please don't! Please don't hurt mummy, she didn't do anything!" The raw fear was evident in the little 5 year old girl's voice as she stood in front of the unconscious body of her mother.

"Step aside Madeline!" Her father roared, spit flying from his mouth. He picked her up by the arm and threw her aside, her little body hitting the trashcans in the corner. She cried out, not from the pain, but because her father had taken out a sharp, shiny knife.

"You should've known, Cassandra." He murmured, positioning the knife over her heart. "I didn't like you talking to Bill. Not at all. Yet you go and open the door for him!" The blade went in, making a wet squelching sound. The woman's body twitched and she let out a low guttural sound, almost as if she was growling. The twitching stops, and her chest settled heavily with one last breath.

The little girl screamed and pushed herself to her feet, limping towards her mother. Her tiny hands found the wound and she pressed her hands against it, as if doing so would bring her mother back to life. Hot tears coursed down her dirty face as she kissed her mother's cheek over and over again.

"Come along Madeline. We mustn't dilly dally" He wiped his hands in his suit, grimacing in disgust. "The police will be coming here soon so we shouldn't be caught" He wrenched her up by her collar and she choked as a spasm of coughing overtook her.

He lead her away from the body. Away from the body of her mother, the one who loved her, who sang to her. Her head swiveled and she looked at her mother one last time, unaware of the tears running down her face.
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"Madeline!"

I jerked up, my hand skidding on the table, narrowly missing my cup of coffee. Some of it fell around the mug and I looked at the stains as if fascinated by them, to avoid looking at the man sitting infront of me.

"Are you listening to me?" His hand reached mine and he gripped it hard enough to cause pain. I flinched and tugged my hand away.

"Yes father" I spoke slowly, pathetically and bent my head. My fists curled at my sides and I willed myself to not start crying, as I had done for the past 12 years so he wouldn't hurt me.

"Good. As I was saying, you've turned 17 today and I think you're old enough to do other jobs for me. Those jobs" I looked at him in horror ad he opened the drawer next to him and took out a gun. My eyes filled up and I hardly registered what he was saying.

"This is a gun, as you can see. I think it's a Heckler" he murmured, turning it around. "I've shot many people with it Madeline. And I'm giving it to you" He motions for me to take it. I shake my head, sobbing. "No father, please don't! Please don't make me do this, oh god" My hands shake as he takes it and presses the gun against my skin. "Don't argue with me, Maddie. You know what happens when you do, right?" He leaned forward to whisper in my ear "Remember what happened to mommy, alright?"

The metal of the gun felt icy in my hand. I wrapped one finger around the trigger, and thought about shooting him, then myself. "There's no need to push the trigger now Madeline. There are no bullets. Go to Alec, he will prepare you."

I trembled as he stood up and lifted a lock of my long brown hair "And cut your hair too. It's getting too long." He sat back down and took out a file. "That's all. You may leave"

I shakily get to my feet and head to the door, my head pounding. He couldn't do this to me. I didn't deserve it. I wrap my trembling fingers around the door knob.

"Oh and Madeline?" I turned. He looked at me with calculating gray eyes.

"Make me proud"
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So yeah. That was the first chapter. Tell me if you want me to continue the story. Please vote and comment your opinion. Feel free to point out any mistake!
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