Kara’s Past iii

Book Three

Volume 9

Ch. 120 Kara's Past iii

Pov.

-Kara-

| Kara's Past | Ch. 23 |

"No way that's true." Ignia crosses his arms

"That was awesome!" Mia and I clap after he told us of the time he saved the world

"Sure is." Papa puffs his chest

"Do you cross your heart and hope to fart?" Mia asks

"It's 'hope to die*, you idiot" Ignia flicks her forehead

"No, what if he really does die?" Mia rubs her forehead

"I cross my heart," papa smiles. "Now, who's hungry?"

He continued playing and goofing around like nothing was wrong

It was like this for weeks

I'd forget he was even sick at times. That just goes to say how fun he was to play with and what an amazing person he was

But then… weeks turned into months and soon enough we were attending his funeral

Paris cried in her room every night

Two months later she got a notice that the shop would be taken away if the lease wasn't paid on time

So she began working day and night, doing small things she learned from Papa

But it was barely enough to get by

I offered to take some time off school while she found someone to help her at the shop but she insisted I don't

After a few months of stressing over the shop and having to take care of the food and rent for the three of us she began touching me again

It only happened when she had too much to drink. When she was sober she'd just cry in her room

I thought things would go back to the way they used to be before Papa came home

But it was different this time. I wasn't nearly as scared of Paris as I was back then.

In fact. I felt… sorry for her.

"N-not so rough, Kara." She whimpers

"S-sorry.. umm…" I slow down

She didn't have all that much to drink today

After a few more thrusts she turns around

"Wh-what?"

She tears up, but lowers her head in hopes I hadn't seen

"Th-that's enough for tonight."

"Wh-what?"

"Y-you can go, Kara." She pulls the sheet over herself and lays back

I thought it was a little weird. Considering neither of us had finished

…

I quietly step out and sneak back into my room

It used to be Papas 'man cave' as he would call it, but ever since he passed away I began sleeping in here. Paris bought me a bed so I've been here ever since

After that night Paris stopped coming to me. I could tell she was trying her very best to hold back

About a month later she began bringing men home

At first I thought they were coming for me but soon it was apparent what she was doing

…

"Yay, alright!" Paris jumps as Mia giggles hysterically "you got it!" Paris claps after Mia finally finishes her math homework

She's been selling her body

That much was obvious

She's also doing her best to replace Papa

She's adopted the silly and jolly outbursts he had to raise the mood

It worked for the most part, but every so often she'd…

"Wh-what's wrong mommy?" Mia raises her chin. "Aw d-don't cry." Mia tears up as Ignia walked into the living room

"C'mon Kara." Ignia hangs up his jacket

"R-right."

I follow him outside and we get to cleaning the garden

We took it upon ourselves to keep the lawn and backyard nice and clean

"Are you okay?" I ask as I rake the leaves together

"I'm fine, why?"

"Well… Mia and Paris… they're having a rough time getting through this."

"I don't see you crying. So why should I?"

"B-because… he was your dad…"

Papa told them about his sickness two weeks before he had to be hospitalized so they didn't have as much time to prepare for his eventual death

"So what? He was your dad too."

"Y-yeah but…"

"You remember what he said?"

I nod

"He said it'll be our job to protect the girls from now on. So there's no time for any of that. You got it?" He says in a trembly voice

"Y-yeah…"

…

-The day of-

Papa smiles

"Hmh" I smile back, after seeing he finally woke up from his long nap

I was ready to call Paris in when he suddenly grabbed my wrist

"Hey, kid?"

"Y-yeah, papa?"

"I'm sorry you're going to have to deal with that crazy woman when I'm gone." He chuckles painfully before he began coughing

"Wh-who? Paris?"

He smiles

"What do you mean, Papa?"

…

"She beat you… didn't she? Before I came along I mean."

"Oh…" No, she did much worse, but I don't dare say so out loud. "Y-yeah" I nod

"Kgh*" He tears up but looks up at the ceiling before his tears could roll down his cheeks "I'm sorry, son. It'll either get worse or she'll finally realize the mistake she's made when I'm gone."

Even as much as he fought it a little tear slips out

"I-it's okay, Papa. She's changed. She really h-has… and it's all thanks to you."

…

Ever since papa made her see her therapist again she began going to church every Sunday and she prayed every day before going to bed

But to this day. I'm still not sure if it's all an act she put on in front of Papa.

…

"I know it may be hard, but one day. I hope… I pray that you'll find it in your heart to forgive her."

Forgive her?

How can I ever do that?

"Okay… okay, Papa." I nod, even as much as it pains me to say

"It wasn't her fault, Kara. It wasn't her fault." He looks me in the eye and gets teary again.

Although he was talking to me. It felt like he was speaking to himself as well. "She was lost. She didn't know what she was doing. That.. that man… He did horrible things to her."

He must be talking about Mr. Rick

"She insisted he changed, so I got as far away to keep myself from killing the bastard." He grits his teeth

"Did you… did you ever forgive him?"

…

"It wasn't until they were dead that I realized it was pointless to ever hate him. The pain… the anger never left."

…

But how?

How is that possible? I thought.. If anything it would be the greatest relief, seeing those people get what they deserved.

…

"What happened.. can never be undone. Acceptance and forgiveness will only result in your eternal peace." He smiles "you.. always remember that, Kara."

…

-present-

"Mm-hm-hmm" Mia sobs in my arms

Paris doesn't put any sleeping pills inside our milk when she doesn't have anyone over so Mia sneaks into my room with her blanket every time

"M-mommy's crying again." She whimpers

"I know.. I know…" I brush my fingers through her hair

"When will it stop, Kara? When will we stop missing daddy?" She sobs

…

It was like this for months

Paris kept making enough money to pay for food, our home, and Papas shop that she refused to give up

It was all going smoothly until…

A sudden thump wakes me up

The sleeping pills Paris slips into my drink never work on me

So every so often I wake up in the middle of the night while she's in the middle of one of her sessions

I try falling asleep but the bed kept hitting the wall, making it impossible to even do so

After about another hour of listening to her get slapped around I began nodding off when they finally stopped for a few minutes

But before I could fall asleep I hear her room burst open

"S-stop it! I told you. It isn't like that anymore!" Paris stumbles into the hallway as what sounded like a very large man storms into my room

I felt my stomach sink after hearing who it was

"You're kidding right? Don't tell me you actually think your pussy was worth ten racks?" Mr. John snares

I was trembling inside my blanket. I was so scared that I began crying to myself

"I-I don't. I was hoping you'd want to fool around for a couple weeks"

"That's him right?"

"I said no!" Paris puts her foot down "I already told you. It isn't like that anymore! So back off!"

"You're no fun" He sighs "What if I double it?" He asks as she leads him out

"No."

"Oh my, Who's this?"

I quickly sit up

It was almost like the fear I was drowning in disappeared the moment I heard him stop by Mia's room

"She was never up for discussion."

"I'll triple it for this one."

"No, you can have your money back. Just get out of my house."

There was a long pause after she said that

"You know me, Paris. Just give me a price and you'll be set for life."

…

Paris doesn't respond

"Fifty? Sixty?"

…

"One hundred?"

…

One-hundred thousand?

With that much money Paris won't have to do any of this again. At least not for a couple years

…

Please…

Don't tell me she's considering it.

"Get… out. I won't say it again." She finally says

"You.. stupid… bitch!" He slaps her across the face "Do you have any idea who I am?!" He growls

I cover my ears, trying my best to drown out the sound of him pounding her head against the wall

"I own you! I can buy this damn house and that rundown shop! So take my damn money and shut up!" He stomps on her one last time

…

Wait…

I quickly jump out of bed

I don't bother throwing on a shirt or putting some pants over my shorts

I quickly race to the door and stumble down the hallway

I slipped, trying to cut into Mia's room so I rip my socks off and I quickly race inside

Paris was trembling on the ground, sobbing and covering her head

The man was naked on top of Mia who was drooling in her sleep as he stroke himself against her face

I don't waste a single moment and quickly jump on top of his shoulders

"Wh-what?" He sits up as I pull my fist back

He looks over at Paris, probably thinking it was her who jumped on him but before he could do anything else I began punching the back of his head with all my might

"Ah, shit!" He grabs my leg and swings me over his shoulder

My head smashed into the wall so hard it dented the plywood in

"Agh!" I gasp painfully after what feels like thousands of needles pierce my brain

My eyes were aching and my head was spinning

Before I could even come to my senses I felt his fist smashing into my face

I hold my hands out, trying to blindly catch his fists but it was no use against his brute strength

My conscious began fading after he continuously punched my jaw but I snap back after he punched my right eye

"Stupid kid!" He rolls his eyes, still trying to adjust after I punched at the back of his head

I wave my hands over my head even after he stopped punching

My ears were ringing and my head was still spinning

"Hehe," he smiles. "You want it that bad don't you?" I barely manage to make out his voice

"Ghk*" I choke

I felt sick to my stomach

He pulls my shorts down before leaning in and pinning my wrists to the bed

I squirm around and kick my feet, trying to find a way out as I felt him shaking his hips, trying to land his thing inside me

"Stop it. No!" I cry desperately

"Hah!" He laughs

"No, stop it! Stop it, I don't wanna!" I cry

"Just take it!" he grits his teeth

It felt like I was being split in two

"Gruuahhh!" Paris lounges on his back before he could push any further

"Agh!" He groans painfully and rips himself back out after Paris yanked his hair back

"Bastard! I told you to get the hell out of my house!"

After she managed to pull him off me I crawl back and I pull Mia into my arms

My legs were trembling and my head was still in a daze as I wiped Mia's face clean

"God, Mia. I'm sorry I let this happen." I shut my eyes, trying to keep my head from spinning so I could help Paris

After opening my eyes I watch as Paris spits a piece of his ear aside

"Agh! Crazy bitch!" He grabs her by the hair, pulls her over his shoulder and slams her on the ground

After he drags and swings her across the room I quickly jump in and I knee the top of his head

"You little f-agk*" he chokes after I punch his larynx

Before I could punch at his liver he swats me aside

Paris bullrushes him and managed to tackle him into the hallway

He hammers at her back just before kicking her aside

I grab the flower vase sitting by Mia's door

Just as he looked up, I stomp his head into the wall and I smash the vase onto his face

Before I could rip his eyes out Paris yanks me back

"That's enough!" She gasps

"Agh, God!" He cries after spitting the tip of his tongue out

"N-no stop it!" I squirm around as he crawls away

"C-crazy bastard." He croaks

"Let go!" I head butt Paris' chin and I free myself

Just as he pulled himself up and turns to see who was charging at him I dig my hand into his side

"Gh* wh-what the?"

Before he could grab me I duck under his hand and I rip his floating rib out

"Agh!" He cries out as I jump back

He stumbles and holds onto his side in disbelief as a I charge back

"N-no stop-."

I jump onto his chest, stab his rib into his cheek and I rip it back, tearing his mouth open as he fell on his back

I raise his rib over my head

"N-no. Please!" He waves his hands in a pethetic attempt to beg for his life just before I dig his rib into his chest

I drag it down, tearing him open before pulling it back and continuously stabbing him over and over until the rib snaps and I began using my fists

"I-I'm sorry. I… I'm sorry." He tears up as I grab his throat "p-please. I don't want to die." He grabs my wrist "I'm sorry. I'll never do it agai-."

Before he'd say another word I dig my thumbs into his throat and I split it open

He coughs and gags on his own blood for a moment before he loses consciousness and bleeds out

…

Bastard.

I wipe my mouth

I sit back against the hallway, watching as Paris raced to stop the bleeding

…

-to be continued