Rage was flowing through my blood as if I was rage itself. I was reaching the peak of my anger, every ounce pain that I was feeling was all being turned into fury.

Every breath that I took had an excruciating stabbing pain that came along with it but I ignored it as best I could.

I entered the room to see my father shocked that I survived the explosion. "The one person they were supposed to kill and they fucking missed" he snarled angrily while trying to break his chains.

I stood in front of the chair as I held the knife in my hand.

My clothes were torn...