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Chapter 17
There is a huge difference between wrong and right
    “Did Ты really think,” Azerien paused. “That I wouldn’t notice? That everything would blow over? It’s why Ты were crying wasn’t it? I’m not stupid, Zy, Ты knew and didn’t tell.”
    “If father hadn’t killed anyone we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
    “Father did nothing wrong!”
    “Killing is wrong and so is father! He has to stop before-”
    “Your Друзья turn him in! No, see father and I have been working that out, there’ll be silenced!”
    “No, Ты can’t!”
    “Father’s been training me, I’m ready.”
    “You’d really kill my only friends, the only people that understands me?”
    “Pick a side Zyanna,” Azerein said, softly.
    “Azerien please don’t!” I yelled feeling the tears pool in my eyes. “You can’t do this to m- m -me.”
    “Things like this happen all the time, Zy,” Azerien soothingly said, reaching out to caress my cheek. “I’m sorry it had to be them.”
    I started crying hard then, like the nights before. “C- can’t there b- b- be another w-w-way!”
    “Zyanna,” Azerien pulled me into a hug. “There isn’t.”
    “But-”
    “Listen to your brother Zyanna!” A voice boomed and I turned to a livid father.
    “Father, please-”
    The slap came so fast and hard, I didn’t see it coming. And my cheek stinged so badly, my body began to shake as I sobbed even harder.
    “Haven’t Ты learned NOTHING! Crying is weakness and so are pleas! You’re a Connor not a baby, no start Актёрское искусство like one!”
    From the corner of my eye I could see a torn looking Azerien his gaze flitted back and forth between us too.
    “I сказал(-а) stop crying!” Father yelled, taking a step closer to me.
    “It isn’t right,” I say, my voice cracking.
    “Well it isn’t wrong!” Father shot right back.
    I glared at father, feeling courageous. “There’s a huge difference between wrong and right.”
    “Then your not right to think so!”
    I felt something explode in me, the calm me breaking. “I’m not right! I’m not right! What about you! You’ve lied and killed, your turning your own son into a monster! Ты harm your daughter! Ты leave your wife! Ты keep secrets and Ты put negative thoughts in people’s minds. How is that RIGHT!”
    Father’s eyes widened and Azerien actually took a step back.
    “You’ve pushed me around, made me feel like nothing! Always giving Azerien the better treatment, if Azerien hadn’t been a great brother I would’ve had nothing! Ты make us lie for you! Ты make us harm for you! Ты make us worship you! Like your some GOD! But your not, and you’ve never been, and Ты never will! Ты think that because were your kids, we should feel honored to have that privelege. Like you’re the only special person in this goddamn world! And I’ve kept quiet, I let Ты continue because I Любовь you, I’ll always Любовь you. But you’ve pushed me too far, and I swear to the God above if Ты raise a single hand at me I will KILL you!”    
    Everything seemed to have got quieter, and clarity seemed to increase.
    “Did Ты know you’ve never told us once that Ты loved us? That our mom left us because she thought we were pathetic useless loser’s. Do Ты know what that does to a kid? If anyone’s wrong here it’s you, it’s always been you. What your doing is wrong, and it’s funny how your so surprised that you’ve been caught.” I added a key detail, “in killing and your lies too. Why are Ты so surprised? That anything would turn like this.”
    “Then we’ll have to silence Ты too,” father said, not even blinking.
    I rolled my eyes. “Doesn’t even surprise me. Then what, are Ты going to do what your best at? Run away like the real weakling Ты are? Change your last name and throw us all under the bus? You’ve did it before…”
    I let the words sink in breathing hard, I’m sure I looked crazy. Staring at a man I loved and called father.
    “How many people have Ты slaughtered? How many families did Ты ruin? How many hopes did Ты destroyed?”
    Father just stared, his eyes Показ so many mixed emotions.
    “You’ve killed our grandparents, you’ve left our mother, it would be no problem to kill us both, and then just make another one of you. It was the reason Ты ran away with mother wasn’t it?”
    To a place where no one would look, and Ты could easily dissapear to. To a place where Ты created three children, Ты took two and if anything happened Ты could just go back and take the one Ты left. Your backup, who would so desperately wants there father as I’ve wanted my mother and just might run away with you.
    “Your sick litle plan…”
    It all makes so much sense, but the reason for it, not so much. A beautiful swan, the school’s most beloved, so very innocent and graceful as a gazelle. Who so desperately wants to be liked by everyone, but is so insecure to not know that she already is. A dark dangerous guy, alluring her with his mysterious aloof attitude. Her very own guilty pleasure, a secret relationship with the school’s bad boy.
    He had anger issues so he sent the school lab on огонь when he heard something that had to do with her, или perhaps, he planned to get expelled.
    Knowing fully well that mother would want him even more, getting crazy with the еще time spent apart. He probably even bought it up before that note of her deciding to run away. Then he’d have his offspring, who he would take two and leave one, and who knows maybe that boy looking for Bellaire is my sibling too. So he could go back if he needed too, and continue his work.
    Or maybe, he’s been visiting them, who am I to know. He’s been disappearing frequently. I shook my head at the thought. “Were just like pawns in the game of chess, the ягненок, баранина you’ll sacrifice, Ты don’t even care.”
    “I think you-”
    But he never got to finish that sentence, because from outside I heard whisper’s. Kid’s whisper’s to be exact.
    “Let’s just leave.”
    “This is stupid.”
    “What are we gonna knock on the door and ask ‘have Ты killed before’?”
    Even though we were up one floor, the some of the window’s were open. I could just imagine them standing in front of the door, having their whisper argument. I turned to father, smirking slightly.
    “Who’s the stalker now?”