NOTE: THIS IS THE BACK STORY OF DAMIAN, LAMIA AND ABIGAIL SO DON'T GET CONFUSED.
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The cold night air wrapped around Caroline and Abigail like a shroud as they huddled together in the filthy alleyway that had become their only refuge. After Peter had cast them out, they had lost everything—home, stability, and hope. Days turned into weeks, and Abigail watched helplessly as her mother deteriorated. Each passing moment was a painful reminder of their shattered lives. Caroline's cough had worsened, her body becoming frail and weak. When Abigail finally managed to scrape together enough money for a doctor, the diagnosis was a crushing blow: stage four cancer.
"Mom, I'll get you the money for treatment," Abigail promised, her voice trembling with determination. "I swear I will."
But without resources or support, Caroline only grew weaker. The laughter that once filled their home had been replaced by silence and despair.
One rainy evening, Abigail made a decision. She would seek out Peter. He was living in Goldengate, a neighborhood known for its opulence and wealth—a stark contrast to the life they now led. Whispers about a new family he had created with a woman named Ruth, along with a son and a daughter who was Abigail's age, filled her mind.
With resolve, Abigail trudged through the pouring rain, her heart pounding in her chest as she approached the mansion. The house loomed ahead, grand and imposing, a testament to Peter's newfound wealth. Its golden lights spilled from the large windows, casting a mocking glow against her own misery.
As she neared the entrance, she was met by a towering gatekeeper, his presence making her heart race. "What do you want, girl?" he growled, his arms crossed over his chest.
"I need to see my father," Abigail pleaded, her voice shaky. "My mother is very sick. Please, I need money for her treatment!"
The gatekeeper scoffed, his eyes filled with disdain. "He doesn't want to see you. Get lost before I call the cops!"
"Please! Just let me talk to him!" Abigail begged, desperation clawing at her throat. "I'm begging you! My mother is dying!"
Before she could say more, the heavy front door swung open, revealing Peter with a look of irritation. He wore a crisp suit, expensive fabric clinging to him like a badge of wealth, and a smug smile creased his face as he took in Abigail's disheveled appearance.
"What do you want?" he snapped, the warmth of fatherly affection long gone.
"Dad, I need your help," Abigail said, stepping closer, her heart racing. "Mom is sick. We need money for treatment. Please, I'm begging you!"
Peter's expression hardened, his eyes filled with contempt. "I don't care about your mother," he spat. "She's weak, and you're just a burden."
"Dad!" Abigail cried, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. "How can you say that? You abandoned us! You left us to suffer!"
With a flick of his wrist, Peter dismissed her, his expression cold. "You're not my concern anymore. I have a new family now—Ruth and our children. You're nothing but a disappointment."
"Children?" Abigail echoed, her stomach twisting. "You have kids? What about me?"
"Enough! Get out of here before I call security!" he barked, turning away from her.
"Please, I'm just trying to save my mother!" Abigail shouted, but before she could plead any further, the gatekeeper stepped forward, grabbing her roughly by the arm.
"Time to go, little beggar," he sneered, dragging her away from the mansion.
"Please! Don't do this!" Abigail struggled against his grip, but he was too strong. In a swift motion, he threw her out of the gate, and she landed hard on the ground, scraping her skin against the gravel.
"Pathetic!" he shouted as he turned back, leaving Abigail in a heap.
Rage and humiliation coursed through her veins. How could he treat her this way? With nothing left to lose, Abigail stumbled to her feet and made her way back home, tears streaming down her face.
That night, the storm raged outside, mirroring the turmoil in her heart. Desperate and wounded, Abigail resolved to return to the mansion. She couldn't let her mother die without trying one last time.
Days passed, and Abigail returned to the mansion under the cover of darkness. She approached the entrance, her heart pounding, and this time the gatekeeper was nowhere in sight.
But as she made her way up the driveway, she was spotted by a guard. "What are you doing here again?" he growled, advancing toward her.
"I just want to talk to my father!" Abigail insisted, desperation clawing at her throat.
"Yeah? Good luck with that," he sneered, shoving her back.
Falling to the ground, Abigail felt the weight of despair crushing her. "I'm just trying to save my mother!" she cried, but her voice was drowned out by the storm.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and Peter stepped out, his expression a mix of irritation and disdain. "What are you still doing here?" he demanded, his voice cold.
"I need your help!" Abigail pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Mom is dying! We need money! Please!"
But instead of compassion, Peter's face twisted into a mask of rage. "You're pathetic. You think I owe you anything?"
Before Abigail could respond, he lunged forward, delivering a brutal punch to her stomach. She doubled over in pain, gasping for breath. "Get out of here before I really lose my temper," he warned, his voice low and menacing.
Abigail felt tears of pain mix with her anger. "You're a monster!" she screamed, but it only seemed to fuel his fury.
"Leave! You're no daughter of mine," he spat, signaling the guards.
They grabbed her, dragging her away from the mansion, beating her mercilessly. "I told you to get lost, you little beggar!" one guard yelled, throwing her to the ground.
Bloodied and bruised, Abigail lay there, her body aching. They tossed her aside like trash, her vision fading as the world around her blurred into darkness.
Hours later, she regained consciousness, her body a mass of pain. With trembling limbs, she managed to crawl back to the tree shed, where Caroline lay, pale and unmoving.
"Mom!" Abigail cried, her heart shattering as she reached her mother's side. "No! Please!" She shook Caroline desperately, but there was no response.
Abigail's mind raced, horror gripping her heart as she realized her mother had succumbed to her illness. The world felt as though it was collapsing around her, the weight of despair overwhelming.
"No! No!" she screamed, collapsing against her mother's body, her heart breaking. "You can't leave me! I need you!"
Tears streamed down her face as she pulled her mother close, the warmth of her body now cold. Abigail felt a chasm of loss open up inside her, threatening to swallow her whole.
The next day, with the help of a kind stranger, Abigail buried her mother beneath a large oak tree. The ground was soft and forgiving as she laid Caroline to rest, but there was no comfort in the act.
Standing by the grave, she felt a fire ignite within her. "I swear," she vowed, her voice trembling but fierce. "I will make you pay, Peter. You and your new family will suffer for what you've done. You took everything from me!"
The only thread holding her together was gone, and with that loss came a resolve like steel. "I will butcher every one of you for what you've done," she whispered, the determination in her heart burning bright. "I will find you, and I will end you."
As she turned away from her mother's grave, Abigail felt a new sense of purpose take hold. She was no longer just a victim; she was a storm gathering strength, ready to unleash her wrath upon those who had torn her life apart.