A terrible mistake was made/The weight would break the backs of 10 strong horses tried to save/The castle in the frayed/If you knew, that I could take the pain/Inflicted at thou battle/ With faithful arrows/You might get back in the saddle/But It's a special death you saved/For me the brown eyed daughter/Once you made it harder/The thankless holy place/Is left alone why bother/To cast a stone in water/La la la la la/La la laLa la la la/La la la la la/La la laLa la la la/La la la la/La la la/La la la la -Special Death by Mirah

The room was screaming with silence in Ben's ears as he sat in his emplorer's office. Ben's nerves were running wild, but kept himself completely composed with years of training. He ran a hand through his silver aged hair. He knew what he had done, though he was never going to admit it. How he could even think of betraying the man's trust once again, he still couldn't understand. Was he just that money hungry? Yes.

Suddenly the man that could put fear into anyone's eyes walked in to the room, slamming the door shut. "Mr. Sanders." Ben stood.

The tall muscular man, with slicked back dark hair, dressed in a white button up and black jeans held up a hand. "Please, sit." Ben did what he was told and slowly, he took his seat. "You rise for people you respect." Mr. Sanders stated, leaning against his desk, in front of Ben.

The older man chewed on the inside of his cheek, for a spilt second. "I do respect you, Mr Sanders."

Mr. Sanders gave a light chuckle. "That's a nice suit you got there." He smirked motioning to the grey suit. "Exspenive?" Mr. Sanders adjusted his dark aviators. They never left his face. No one had ever seen his eyes. Hell, nobody was even sure if he did have eyes.

Ben took a quiet breath. "It wasn't cheap."

Mr. Sanders smiled. "I'm sure it wasn't." Giving a content sigh he continued. "How's the family? Good?" Ben nodded. "That's great." Mr. Sanders paused. "So tell me you have two children and a wife right?"

Ben felt a lump forming him his throat. Ben knew Mr. Sanders was aware of his youngest daughter's disappearnce, many years ago. Only because he knew Mr. Sanders was behind it, though Ben could never fully prove it, nor would he try. "Just one daughter, and yes, technically my wife and I are still married."

"You know," he started as he folded his arms over his chest, the outlines of his tattoo covered skin, peeking through his white shirt. "I remember when ever you would mention your children, you never spoke their names. The youngest was called the blue eyed daughter, and the oldest the brown eyed daughter."

The conversation about his family was making Ben weary. "Well, uh," he paused, trying to stay calm. "I felt like my family should have nothing to do with my work life. I live separate lives."

"Hm," Mr. Sanders chuckled. "Separate lives? I like that. But," he paused. "I think you live very many separate lives."

"I don't understand." Ben gulped.

Mr. Sanders slowly shook his head looking down, and then looked back to Ben. "I heard a rumor of a drop tonight...Seven, I think. That I didn't request." Mr. Sanders stood and began walking around where Ben sat. "I hope for your sake it's a rumor. I've done a great amount of things for you and your family."

Ben shifting slightly. "It must be, I would never go behind your back.

Mr. Sanders now stood in front of Ben. He then leaned down into the older male's face. "Good. Because if I find out that you're lying to me." The corners of his mouth kicked up, dimples peeking through. "I have some plans for your wife and the brown eyed daughter." Ben worked his jaw. "And I hope your little brown eyed girl is still a virgin."

- - -

"Fuck," Lala muttered, getting out of the bright red corvette. She jogged, back inside her and her mother's apartment. Seconds later she emerged. Ben could hear her heavy boots clunk against the concrete. Getting back in her dad's car, she aplogized. "Sorry, I always forget this stupid thing."

Ben smiled. "Don't worry, I hate technology too." He said as he watched her slip her phone in her purse. Lala paused for a second, staring into her bag. She then pulled out a hundred dollar bill, looking him. Knowing that he had slipped it into her purse when she ran inside. "What?"

"Dad, how many times do I have to tell you, I don't want your money." Lala said, setting the bill in a cup holder, as her father pulled out of the parking lot.

"And how many times do I have to tell you, I don't care." He said, grabbing the money, and slipping it back in her bag, while keeping one hand on the steering wheel. Lala huffed, looking out the window. "I give you the money every weekend, because I know damn well your mother doesn't always use the money I give her on you. Like it should be."

Lala picked at the frayed edge on a hole in her faded black jeans and slid a piece of her sliver hair behind her ear. "You don't know that."

Ben stopped at a red light and turned to look at his daughter, causing her to look up at him. "Lala," he said, his mouth a firm line. "You really wanna have this conversation?"

Lala sighed, shaking her head. Her mother wasn't completely selfish, like her father always made her out to be. Lily always asked Lala if she needed anything when she gets the money in her hand, but Lala doesn't ever ask for much. Which causes Lily to use most of it on herself and her little habits. To most people, that would be seen as a terrible mother, but to Lala it was normal. Lala didn't approve of her mother doing coke, drinking a bit too much and bringing random men and women home. But it made her mother happy and who was she to say what's right and what's wrong.

Her and her mother never fought, and Lala loved that. Her mother was her best friend, they did everything together. Most of the time when Ben gave Lily the money for Lala, Lily took Lala on a shopping spree, had a nice expensive dinner, threw a party at their apartment and then still had a decent chunk of money left over. Ben made good money to put it simply. Though Lala grew up never fully knowing what he did. He or her mother wouldn't tell her, not matter how much she begged.

"Fine, you're right, I don't know." Ben said, noticing the look on his daughters face. He was a sucker for the her sad face. "But I do know, you take half of whatever I give to you and save it."

Lala looked back over at him, her eyebrows scrunched together. "How do you know that?" Her heart began to pound. Had her mother found her stash? If she had then Lala knew it would be gone within a week.

Ben chuckled at the look on her face, putting the car in park. "Because you're smart." Lala relaxed, as he continued talking. "You got your mother's beauty and my brains." Lala rolled her eyes, undid her seatbelt, got out of the car and Ben followed her example. They had arrive at their destination. Their favorite ice cream shop. It was your typical hole in the wall, mom and pop shop. Ben use to take Lala and her little sister Angel there before he got his secret job.

Ah, Angel...She was nine when she went missing, just two years younger than Lala. She was crazy about Lala, she looked up to her so much. She wanted to be just like her big sister. It annoyed Lala, and she wasn't always so sweet to her little sister. Lala regretted not treating her sibling with love as much as she should have. It drove her a bit mad thinking about it at times, but not as much as her mother. Lily still believes her youngst daughter was alive. Lala didn't, but Ben never really had answer when Lala would ask what he thought.

The Carson family became quite unbalanced after Angel disappeared. But Lily was the worst, she became catatonic. Couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, nothing. Ben tried everything he could to bring back the sweet, happy woman he fell in love with. He was of course heartbroken too, but Lily was his everything. He needed her, in her original state. It's what kept him sane.

One day he introduced her to cocaine, figuring it would give her a perk, and suddenly Lily was back, wanting to dance, sing and love her family. And everything was perfect, until Lily's escape became a problem. Ben wanted her to stop and Lily didn't want to, pretty simple. So they separated, but more than five years later they still aren't divorice. They still loved each other. They had their nights together every now and then, Lala never paid to much mind to it. She didn't care if they were together or not. She just didn't want to hear them have sex.

Lala walked to the counter, with her father by her side, looking at all of the ice cream. They both got their usuals. Lala got strawberry with candy bar pieces mixed in, and Ben got rocky road. They then sat down at one of the small tables in the shop. While Lala began digging in, her father was going on about how the table was filthy and that he didn't want to get his suit dirty.

"Then don't touch the table." Lala said, her mouth full of delicious ice cream. Her father gave her look as she continued spooning ice cream in her mouth.

Lala noticed a long time ago that her dad was a bit of a pretty boy, in her words. He didn't use to be, it began when he started his mystery job when she was ten. As she got older she realized it was because of the money he made and the people he surrounded himself with. Lala was thankful she grew up with her mother. Where her and her mother lived wasn't much, and she went without for a bit here and there because of Lily's habit. She would much rather have all that, than walk around with her nose turned up to everyone.

Suddenly Ben's phone started ringing, he quickly answered it before it could ring a second time. "Carson," he paused. "Yes." He said sternly. "Seven p.m."

Lala watched, with a perfectly raised eyebrow as he ended his word one conversation with no goodbye. "You hate technology?" She chuckled.

Ben put a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth shaking his head, trying not to smile. "I do, but work is important."

"You know," Lala started, before slipping a mouthful of ice cream in her mouth. "You sound like you work for some mafia type shit."

Her father chuckled. "Sorry, I can't hear you with your mouth full."

- - -

Mr. Sanders could hear the loud music as it played muffled beats, from outside where the pool party want on. It had been going since this afternoon and was going to carry on through the night. All of the parties at the mansion did. Mr. Sanders sat in the bar room along with many other people. The crowd mixed with business type men and beautiful bikini clad women.

Suddenly Brian walked up to Mr. Sanders and leaned down towards his ear. "He's going through with it." Brian spoke quietly. Mr. Sanders worked his jaw. "Do you want to sent the boys?"

Mr. Sanders gave a nod and Brian quickly walked off.

- - -

Ben sighed as he put the car in park. "So," He started and Lala looked over at him as they sat in the parking lot of the apartment building. "I'll see you next weekend?" Lala nodded, playing with the hem of her grey sweat shirt. Noticing his daughter's mood switch, he asked, "are you okay?"

Lala look over to her dad. "Do you ever have a a feeling something's wrong or something's gonna happen?"

Her father paused for a moment. "You're a intuitive little thing, aren't you?" Lala raised a eyebrow. "You always have been," Ben muttered, looking forward. "Don't worry everything is gonna be okay." He said looking back at his daughter. "I promise."

Lala hated when he said that word. His promises never went through. "Sure," she mumbled, getting out of the car. "See ya," she said closing the door.

- - -

Lala had been sitting in her room listening to music when she heard her mother come home. Lily's laughter filled the apartment, and Lala could tell by her laughter that it was going to be a long night. "Fuck me," Lala muttered, getting out of bed and making her way to the living room.

As she entered the living room, she walked into a cloud of smoke. Her mother and her on/off 'friend' had only been home for two minutes and they already had the living room and kitchen hotboxed. Lala was only wearing a large black metallica shirt, she pulled in down at the sight of the her mother's friend. "Honey!" Lily called out smilling, noticing her daughter. Lily had just came up from doing a line. She rubbed her nose, sniffing.

Lily's friend, Tyler, turned to look at Lala, smiling as well. Tyler had long dark hair, bright blue eyes and always dressed like he was going to the beach. Lala thought he was a pretty decent guy, compared to the others. Her mother had a history of bad boyfriends. Cheaters, losers, creeps, and phyically abusive ones, to both Lily and Lala. Lala would always tell her father, and suddenly the boyfriends would disappear. Lala found that odd, but she never told her father about the worst of them all, Danny.

Danny was forever angry at the world and decieded taking it out of his girlfriend and her daughter was the way to fulfilling whatever was wrong with his life. But one night Danny crept into Lala's room, Lily had drank too much and passed out. He figured he didn't get what he wanted from Lily, why not Lala? It happened many more times after that. Lala never told anyone, fearing Danny would harm her or her mother worse.

"Baby!" Lily belted as the song Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks started playing on the stereo in the living room. "Come dance with me!" She shouted to her daughter reaching for her.

Lala's smirking self walked over to her mother in the middle of the living room, but not before picking up the wine bottle that sat on the filthy coffe table. She took a large swallow, and began to dance with the bottle and her mother. "Nothin' else mattered!" They both sang and continued to dance, as Tyler laughed at them while taking a hit off a joint.

Lala poured some of the red cheap wine in her mother's mouth, spilling it down her chin. Lily laughed and wiped it away, as she kept dancing without missing a beat. "On the edge of seventeen!" Lala could feel her mother's heart and soul from her voice as she continued to down the wine in her hand while dancing.

She loved these nights with her mother.
- - -
Lala awoke, her head pounding. She knew said drank too much wine when she fell in to bed an hour ago. She always had trouble sleeping when she drank just a bit too much. She felt her body wanted her to suffer. Lala slowly turned her head to look at the clock on her nightstand. It read 4:03. Groaning, she rolled towards her door, hugging her pillow.

Without warning a loud thud echoed through the apartment, causing Lala to spring up, despited her nausous painful state. Yelling followed the thud and Lala paused listening. It sounded as if a group of people were in her home. Suddenly her mother's distressed voice became clear in Lala's ears and she shot out of bed, swinging her bed room door open. Out of nowhere she had large arms around her, carrying her to the living room. Lala kicked and scream, earning a gloved hand claspt tightly around her mouth.

Lala took in the scene of several men dressed in all black, masks, and carried guns. Two of which were trying to restrain her mother as she fought against them. Lala watched as one of the men hit her with the butt of the gun knocking her uncousious. Lala gave a muffled scream at the site, flailing frantically in the man's arms. "Give her the shit!" One of the men shouted.

The man that clung on to Lala drops his hand from her mouth, and she let out a blood curlding scream. A different man walked up to her trying to pour a thick liquid in to mouth. She kept her mouth tightly shut, shaking her head back and forth. "Drink," the man pointed the gun at her mother. "Or I'll kill her."

Lala didn't hesitate for one moment and let the man pour whatever thick liquid down her throat. It felt like syrup and burned like acid. Her vision instantly became burry and a second later she was out.

Notes

Hope you ladies like it!

It may take some time to get the next few chapters up because I really like this story and I want it to be perfect