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ELEANOR

My father is dead. No, my 'uncle' is dead.

It all happened so fast. I batted an eye and the next thing I knew they laid there, still and lifeless on the ground. Only to discover it was my so-called real father who killed them. Marcus.

"Why?" I choked out.

Why did you have to kill them?

Why did you have to shed more blood at my expense?

A lot of uncertain questions flooded my brain as I glared at the man who calls himself my father.

There is no freaking way I could be related to anyone, like him.

Although I could see the resemblance, I never could have imagined... something close to this.

The reason why I looked a tad bit different from the rest of my family was because I was not their child in the first place. Instead, I was his.

My eyebrows furrowed watching him lift his hand. Pointing it right towards me. He twists it, and suddenly, my body froze. As I go to move, I notice that my body wasn't doing anything I command it to do. I was rooted in place and glued to the same