~Kaya~

My father hit the wall, the side of his face first, spitting out blood after I punched him so hard I heard a crackling sound at the moment of impact. He wiped his nose with his hand and saw that it was bleeding. I wanted to do more.

He looked up at me and smiled through his bloody teeth. "It's you, isn't it?" He began laughing. "How could not have noticed it all this time! You carry his mark on your neck!"

I then realized what he was talking about. I widened my eyes as I stepped back. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He wasn't supposed...