I sat on the window sill, staring into the black of the night. 

I couldn't get the image of Raven in the fire out of my head. I felt warm salty tears sting the small cuts I had on my face from the explosion of glass. 

I couldn't stay here. 

Not after what Raven said and did. 

I changed quietly into day clothes and started to pack. I had to go back home to my sister and mother. I took my bag and threw it over my shoulder, letting out a small grunt as I adjusted to its weight. I opened the door to my room and quickly but quietly stepped out. 

I was walking down the stone stairs when I heard a small creak behind me.

"Where are you planning on going?" Abe asked me. "Home," I responded, opening the door. 

"Home?" he said, following me. I started walking a little faster as I heard his footsteps catch up. 

Abe grabbed onto my arm and turned me around aggressively. "Don't touch me!" I yelled at him. 

He looked into my eyes and let go, biting the inside of his cheek. "What happened today was Raven's fault. She was upset, and not thinking clearly-"

"She was upset because of you!" I yelled at him, turning around once more, "she put a gun to my god damn throat!" 

"June. I know. But you can't seriously be mad at me for sleeping with other girls before I knew you!" he was raising his voice now. 

"I don't give a fuck about who you sleep with! What bothers me is that you only think about yourself. You put others down and treat them like dirt just because it makes you feel in control, and that is why we nearly died today." I was almost at the limo when Abe ran in front of me. 

I moved to the right but so did he. I moved to the left but he was mirroring my actions once again.

"Move."

He ignored me and stood there, trying to look into my eyes. I grabbed onto the blade I had in one of my pockets and showed it. Abe's eyes widened when he saw it. 

"You wouldn't," he whispered. 

"Try me."

I pushed him to the side and got into the car quickly, locking all the doors as he banged on the window. 

"Drive," I commanded the man in the front. He nodded his head and drove off, leaving Abe. 

"Where to?" he asked. 

"The Thatcher house."

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By the time we reached the palace it was already morning. The sun was peaking over the horizon, shining onto the trees creating the illusion that they were gold. 

I stepped out of the limo and closed the door as I thanked the man. He smiled and drove off again.

I walked up the steps and placed my thumb to the ID scanner. I expected my father to have taken it off once I left, but the gates swung open.

A few guards were surprised to see me, but still bowed when they saw me. They opened the doors and I walked in.

The building was colder than I remembered. I looked around to find everyone wandering the halls quietly. It was quiet and people was dressed in all black. 

"Whats going on?" I asked one of the maids. She looked at me and her eyes widened, realizing who I was. "Princess Thatcher!" she whispered in shock, bowing down in front of me. 

Many other maids saw this and copied her actions.   

"Why does everyone look like they are grieving..." I heard whispers coming from the other maids as they stood up straight again. "Because we are..." she said, looking at me cautiously. 

"Is it my father?" I asked, keeping a straight face, trying not to show my excitement.

Her eyes started to water as she shook her head.

No.

"Are you saying-" I couldn't breath. 

She looked into my eyes.

"Both?" I asked, trying to not break down. The maid looked down and nodded her head, tears falling to the ground.

No. No. No. 

My breathing got heavier and it felt as though the world was spinning. I put my hand on a stone pillar and grabbed my stomach. I thought I was going to throw up, and I could hear my heart beating. 

"W-w-when?" My voice cracked. 

"Two days ago," the girl said gently as she rushed to my aid.

I closed my eyes, praying that this was all a bad dream. I brought my shaking hands up to my face and felt hot tears land on the palms of my hand. 

I fell to the ground, barely keeping myself together. Now I couldn't breath.

"June?" the maid asked me concerned. 

Her voice was muffled to me and I gripped her shoulder tightly. 

I felt the woman's hands supporting my head and then it all turned black.

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Abe's POV:

I was pacing back and forth in the living room. 

I let out a groan as I ran my hands through my hair. I just wanted to break something. 

"Something wrong?" Clyde said leaning against a wall. I jumped and looked at him. "Where the fuck did you come from?" I asked as I sat down on one of the chairs.

"Been here since the party," he said, sitting on one of the chairs across from me. I leaned back and put my hands to my face. 

"June's gone."

Clyde looked up at me with a confused expression. "What do you mean she's gone?" 

"You heard me," I said removing my hands from my face, sitting up now. "What the fuck did you do," Clyde said, his knuckles turning white. I looked at his hand and raised an eyebrow. "Why are you so bothered by her leaving?" I asked. His hand immediately relaxed. 

"I'm not." I looked at him. "I should go meet her," I said standing up. 

"No! Don't!" Clyde said a little too loudly for my liking. "And why not?" I asked, turning my head to him now.

"G-give her some time... to think things through and calm down." Clyde looked rather proud of his response, although it was clearly a lie. 

I looked at him and he shifted uncomfortably in the chair. "Mmm, fine." I said in a deep voice. 

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June's POV:

I stared into the fire. I had a thick blanket wrapped around me, even though the fire provided more than enough heat. 

I couldn't cry anymore, it seemed physically impossible. I just thought about Abe. How comforting his arms would be right now. I shouldn't have left him.

Raven was dead, my mother and sister were dead, and my father was dying. 

Someone walked up to me, and placed a bowl of soup at my side. "Thank you," I whispered as they walked away.

The woman who had greeted me at the door walked up to me, and then sat down. She placed her hand on my upper back and rubbed lightly, trying to comfort me. "What's your name?" I asked her.

"Oh- um it's Juliette," she said to me. 

"Thank you Juliette..." I said, turning to her as a weak and forced smile appeared on my face. 

"I don't remember you from when I was here," I said. "I just started here about a week ago," she responded. 

"Your age?" I asked trying not to sound too intrusive. "18."

I nodded my head and I felt her hand leave my back before she stood up to leave.

"I want to see my father," I stated. She looked at me and smiled kindly before she gave me her hand. I grabbed it and took the blanket off my body. 

Juliette escorted me through many hallways and corridors before we reached my father's room. "Right in there," she whispered before leaving. 

I took a deep breath and walked in. 

"Hello father," I said. 

He was lying there, surrounded by blankets and tissues. "Ah, June. Come to cry over me have you?" I sat on the edge of his bed but kept a straight face. 

"Ok then." He let out a deep chested cough. "I heard your dying," I spoke, trying to hide the happiness I felt when I said that aloud. 

His hand reached up to my face and I winced when his fingers brushed against my cuts. "Did Abe do that to you?" he asked. "No, not exactly-" I started.

"That's a shame. He's missing out on all the fun," I heard him whisper. 

Fuck you.

I stood up to walk out of the room when I felt his harsh grasp on my wrist. I tried to break free, but even dying he was still strong.

He brought me back to him, but this time he had it so that his lips were next to my ear. 

"I did it," he whispered. I held my breath as his grip on my arm tightened. An evil smile appeared on his face. 

"I did it," he repeated. "I don't know what the hell you mean," I said, trying to break free from his hand. 

I stopped struggling as I realized what he was talking about. "W-what?" I say as he chuckles quietly into my ear. 

"I overheard your sister talking to your mother about how happy you seemed in your letter. I didn't like that very much," he whispered. 

I tried to slide my other hand into the pocket where my knife was, but I couldn't reach it.

My breathing got quicker and deeper.

"So you killed them, because I was finally happy?" I asked, tears blurring my vision. He laughed, causing him to cough violently and loosen his grip on my hand. I took the opportunity to grab the blade from my pocket and plunge it into his heart.

His eyes widened and he stopped coughing. My grip tightened on the knife as I twisted it slightly and he let out a groan of pain. 

"Burn in hell," I whispered in my father's ear as he took his last breath and his hand dropped from my wrist.

Hey guys, thank you so much for 2k reads!  Sorry I keep killing people off, but I mean he deserved it :) I am so freaking happy that people love my story so far! I've always liked writing but I was too scared to actually publish anything. Plus, I have commitment issues. lol <3