Chapter 10A Chapter by KahYee.Chiang
The introduction chapter of the Avila's.
Somewhere near the Mexico border.
A girl, only in her late teens, sat in a dim cellar. The girl sat there, clueless and frightened. She had yet to learn her predestined fate. That girls name was Natalia Avila. After her mother had briefed her about her mission, she then realized why she had to do all those difficult trainings and missions all her life. Her mother started interrogating her, questioning her capabilities and understanding of this crucial mission she was destined to execute.
“Natasha Diaz, third cousin of Daniel Diaz.”
“Good. The story passed down from our ancestors for generations?”
“Remains a secret. The false trail is, the Diaz and Sanchez bloodlines are related. Edmund Diaz and Marilyn Sanchez had two babies. One given the Sanchez name, the other the Diaz name. Shortly after their birth, they were sent away, never to be seen by their parents ever again. Edmund and Marilyn however, were assassinated by Diaz’s best friend, Shane McGowan. The McGowan bloodline was never continued, hence the innocence of the Avila name. I just wanted to put an end to their family's sufferings as a friend of mine's family, the Avila's are suffering, I feel sorry for them and I hoped you could help me restore their innocence, as they don't deserve to suffer for what McGowan did.”
“Very good, but remember, befriend her, but remember your true purpose.”
“I won’t disappoint you mother,” she promised.
The girl tensed her muscles and clenched her jaw when she saw her father striding in the cellar and slapping her mother’s bottom, motioning her to leave the cellar.
He maneuvered closer to her. She expected it, a slap across her face. She eyed him like he was her prey. “I’m not your slave. You shall not abuse me,” she snarled. He eyed her carefully. “You are my daughter. I have the right to punish you when you do not behave.”
A tear rolled down her cheek. She has been behaving for all these years, yet her father had the nerve to say such. She knew she had rights. Children rights, women rights, whatever! She knew he had no right abusing her and her mother.
“Until you end our family’s sufferings, you’re no child of mine,” he barely whispered, leaving her to drown in her own tears in the cellar.
© 2011 KahYee.Chiang
Added on May 23, 2011
Last Updated on May 23, 2011
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