Blood Retribution
Character Introduction
Name - Millicent Gertude (nickname - Millie) FL
Age - 18
Character - Highly intellectual, Loves her Mother, Strong willed, Ambiguous, extremely Ambitious and Bold . Generous and Kind to deserving
Name - Gloria Gertude
Age - 13
Character - Blunt, stubborn, Rude and Disrespectful. Takes everyone for granted except her parents.
Name - Amelia Anais ( Mother of Gloria)
Age - 42
Character - Insecure, Jealous, Blunt , Rude , Disrespectful and Delusional
Name - Valentina Breanna ( Late Mother of Millicent)
Age - ( would have been 45 by now. Died at 35)
Character - Bold, Assertive, Helpful, Charismatic and Highly Intellectual
Name - Gehmar Gertude ( Father of Millicent and Gloria)
Age - 47
Character - Aloof, Selfish, Careless, Self centred, Highly Skilled at his Job. Only loves his daughter Gloria .
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The Present
Millicent was sitting on the cold, creaking wooden bench in the dimly lit room—her so-called "room" that she had when she was little is someone else's property now. Dust clung to the air, swirling in the faint light filtering through the small, grimy window. Her head dropped to the ground as much as possible, her long, unkempt hair falling over her face like a curtain, shielding her from the world that had long since turned its back on her.
It had been years since she first realized the weight of her sadness, the heavy fog that refused to lift. At first, it was just the emptiness, the silence in the halls that once echoed with her mother’s laughter. But now, it had grown into something worse—something she could feel in her bones, in the way her chest ached even when she wasn’t crying. Depression. That was the name for it.
And now, it had started showing in her body too—her limbs always felt heavy, her breaths shallow, her heart weary.
She had tried to reach out. To the one person who should have seen her, who should have cared. Her father.
He never looked at her the same way anymore. Not after her mother was gone. Not after he brought in a new wife, a new family, and soon got a daughter who wasn't her.
It had been a long time. Too long. She told herself she was used to it now, that the absence of love had hardened her enough to stop expecting it. But some part of her—small, fragile, foolish—still cracked a little when he walked past her as if she were invisible. When he smiled at her little sister but never at her.
She regretted that decision. The one that sealed her fate.
If only she had said no to her father’s request back then... Would her life have been different?
She had already lost her mother. But at least she hadn’t lost her father... right?
She let out a loud sigh, shaking off the thoughts before they could consume her any further. Pushing herself up from the old bench, a sharp crack echoed through the room as the fragile wood protested under her weight.
The sound was loud. Almost as if it were screaming.
Screaming in the pain of loss.
The loss she wasn’t allowed to grieve. The grief she was forbidden to speak of.
Before she could dwell on it, the door swung open violently, slamming against the wall.
That voice. That shrill, saccharine voice.
Millicent turned her head slightly, barely reacting.
Gloria Gertude
"Why is my dress ruined?!" The younger girl stomped her foot, holding up a delicate white fabric now stained with ink. "Did you do this on purpose?! Trying to get attention, are you? Pathetic."
Millicent's fingers curled into her palm. She wanted to say she had nothing to do with it. She wanted to defend herself. But she already knew how this would end.
Her father would come home late, her stepmother would spin the tale in her favor, and her sister would smirk in the background, knowing no one would ever doubt her words.
She would remain the villain in a story that wasn’t hers to write.
Unconsciously… instead of the contrast she was about to face, a sudden smirk appeared on her lips. A sly smirk, as if mocking her own fate.
If it wasn’t for her own father, she might have left this miserable life far too early.
How ironic. She wasn’t clinging to life because she was afraid of death. No—she was waiting. Waiting for the last piece of hope inside her to crumble completely. She didn’t want to be the villain in her own story, nor did she want to become the monster they painted her as. But her stepmother and her daughter never missed an opportunity to push her toward that edge.
Gloria Gertude
“Why are you smiling?” her little sister hissed, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.
Millicent tilted her head slightly, looking at the younger girl as if seeing her for the first time. So young, so small… yet so cruel. A child who wasn’t supposed to be this malicious, and yet, she was.
Instead of answering, Millicent simply took a slow step forward. The dim lighting of the storage room cast a long shadow behind her, stretching toward her sister like a creeping omen.
That reaction made something inside Millicent stir. Amusement? No. It was something deeper, something raw.
She has done pretending now.
Her little sister clicked her tongue and turned away, covering her unease with a scoff.
Gloria Gertude
“You’re such a freak. Just wait until father comes home. Let’s see how you smirk then.”
Gloria Gertude
And with that, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
Millicent Gertude
Millicent exhaled through her nose, her smirk lingering. "Let’s see how I smirk then?"
She already knew the answer.
Not because she feared the outcome—no, that was a game she had played for far too long. It was because she was still had some hope left for her own father. That he would understand her someday.. If not today... And the least she could do is not to offend his dearest one. The little daughter of his.
She seems to be his only daughter now.. But, she believes that he might be caring for her somehow that she don't know.. He can't just really ignore her ... Right?
The School
The night comes, she remained in her room. She had long-lost the desire to prove herself. She just didn't want to argue with those who don't even consider her. Furthermore, she doesn't have enough energy. Soon one of the maids of her mother came inside her room slamming the door to the sides. Yes, even servants treat her indifferently. Well… It is well known she is not favored.
Maid
"The master have ordered me to give you food. " She stops, smiles slyly as she slides the plate with two apples and a soup towards her.
It was her father... He wants her to eat her dinner in her own room today. Off course, as a punishment. Well… She prefers it this way too. After all looking at a happy family as a third person was never her piece of cake. Not when they consider her as an omen to their happiness.
She silently ate her food and went to sleep. Tommorow is the day she have to resume school again after a long break.
Millicent sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the uniform draped over the chair. The same uniform she had worn for years, yet today, it felt heavier than ever. Her final year. Just a few more months, and she could be free—or at least, that’s what she told herself.
She pulled the fabric over her arms, buttoning up the blouse with slow, deliberate movements. Her stepmother wouldn’t let her go to college. That much was clear. But Millicent had never been one to accept her fate so easily.
Her hands tightened into fists.
They could call her cruel. They could spread their lies. But they couldn’t take away her mind. At least that was the thing she is proud about herself.
The hallway outside her room creaked. Millicent instinctively tensed.
Gloria Gertude
“Are you still not done?” her sister’s sharp voice cut through the silence. “Trying to look all neat and perfect again? Ugh, you really are so fake.”
Millicent didn’t respond. There was no point.
Gloria Gertude
Her sister scoffed and leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. “I heard Mother talking to Father last night. She said you’re wasting time even thinking about college. Maybe if you weren’t such a freak, you wouldn’t have to dream about running away.”
Millicent turned to face her at this sudden remark. Still... expressionless
Millicent Gertude
Running away? If only it were that simple. (she murmurs)
Millicent Gertude
(Instead of reacting, Millicent simply picked up her bag and brushed past her sister, not sparing her another glance. She had bigger battles to fight.)
The school hallways were no different from home.
Whispers....!!!! Stares....!!!!
School Student1
A hand "accidentally" knocking her books to the ground.
She picked up her books and can sense several students staring and giggling looking at her....
The only thing that mattered was her classroom—her seat in the second row, where she could drown out the noise and lose herself in numbers. Mathematics had always been her refuge. Unlike people, numbers never lied. They had no rumors, no grudges. Only truth.
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