Page 11 of The Colour of Revenge

Yet… I can't shake the feeling that he was there for the same reasons as me.

Not for fun. For justice.

Daddy Death:Hypothetical Question: If you had to pick a theme song for your murders, what would it be?

This is exactly what I mean. Funny. But a psychopath. It's such a disarming combination.

Before answering I send a quick text to Doctor Morgan, she’s no longer my therapist but she told me to reach our if I ever need her. This feels like one of those times.

Carina:I met a guy.

I’m only waiting a couple minutes before a reply comes through.

Doc M:That sounds incredibly promising. How does that make you feel?

Carina:Excited? Nervous?

Doc M:Both of those are completely valid feelings for what you have been through, sweetheart. What is he like?

Now that’s a loaded question.

Carina:Funny

Doc M:Funny is good. Do you think he could be someone you could open up to?

I don’t even have to think about my reply and that might be the scariest thing of all.

Carina:Yes. I think he might be nice.

Doc M:Don’t let your past fears stop you moving forward.

Ah, there’s the therapist in her.

Switching back to the chat with Nate I debate his question. Do people have theme songs for their murders?

Pink Princess:I guess if I had to pick, I’d go for Vigilante Shit by Taylor Swift.

I can imagine that song playing while I stand covered in some monster’s blood. The thought has my lips tugging upwards.Maybe he has a point.

Daddy Death:Fitting. Now ask me.

I roll my eyes but can't stop the smile tugging at my lips.Why does this feel like flirting?

Pink Princess:What theme song would you pick for your murders?

Daddy Death:Murder on the Dancefloor.

Pink Princess:Of course. Is that your favourite song?

Daddy Death:No. I'm a Swiftie ;)

Pink Princess:That is… unexpected.

Maybe this isn't real. Maybe my mind has finally snapped. Maybe I never escaped the men who destroyed me. Maybe I'm stuck in a dream where men are both killers and kind.

My father's betrayal when I was thirteen wasn't the first. It's not like he was a perfect dad who suddenly woke up one day and thought, “You know what? I'm going to sell my only child.”

No. He was harsh, cruel, and impossible to please. When I failed his expectations, I paid for it.