Nyssa's POV:
Me and my little brother Michael were in my bedroom, he was curled up in my lap and I was holding him close. The rain pounded on the window, and the thunder rattled outside through out the night. "Its okay Michael, everything will be okay," I whisper softly and kiss his head.

Down the hall, doctors were with my mother who is sick with cancer. With my step-father in the room as well. I always hated my step-father. My mother didn't marry him for love. No. She forced her to marry him. We were rich, and he wanted to take advantage of that.

Lightning flashed and I heard my bedroom door opened. I look up and see Johnathon, my mother's closes friend. He slowly closes his eyes and shakes his head. Michael looks up, "NO!!," he cries and runs out of my arms. I cry to and run behind him. We run into my mother's room, push the doctors away, and I see my mother laying dead on her bed.

"MOMMY!!!," Michael cries out. I drop to my knees and sob hard. My mother was dead.

I slowly look up and see my step-father grinning.
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I kiss Michael's head, he was sleeping. It took me a few hours to get him to sleep.

I walk into my room and hear my step-father yell and a crash. I run into my room and back away from the door.

I then hear his office door throw open and he walks up the hall. I hear him lock my door and I started to panic. I try to open my door but it wouldn't budge. "MICHAEL!!!! MICHAEL RUN!!" I look through the hole I drilled into my door years ago and see my step-father walk into Michael's room. Michael gets out of his bed and runs past my step-father and into the hall. "RUN MICHAEL!! RUN!!"

My step-father runs past my door and I notice he was holding a gun. "MICHAEL!!!," I scream. I hear a gun shot and I froze. "MICHAEL!!! MICHAEL NO!!"

My door unlocks and there was my step father, holding his gun and glaring down at me. I back away from him, and he glares at me drunk. He pulls out papers from his pocket, "you stupid ignorant child." I wasn't a child. I was 21.

He smacks my face and I fall onto the floor. "Your stupid mother leaving all of her fortune to her two ignortant children? After all that I have done for her!!!!!" He kicks me in the back and I cry out in pain.

I slowly open my eyes and see my glass perfume bottle. I quickly grab and hide it under me when he wasn't looking. He grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls me up, causing me to whimper in pain. "I should get rid of you right now," he growls.

I smash the perfume bottle on his head and he lets go of me and the gun. I quickly grab the run and point it at him. He stares up at me in shock, tears streaming down my face.

"Kill me then, but what good will that do?" "You'll be out of my life," I whisper.

'Baby don't,' I hear my mother's voice in my head. I shake my head. 'Baby don't kill him.' "But he killed Michael mother," I say to myself. 'Baby I know, but don't. You will hate yourself if you do.You will get your vengance. In the future. But not now. I promise.'

I lower the gun and he grins at me.

"I have better plans for you."