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» A Painful Memory

His voice screams name in anger, cursing every moment. Words that I should not have learned at my age, I heard all of them. I couldn't bring myself to look at him in the face, but I knew it was red from anger.

"Castiel, you idiot." "Castiel, you worthless albino."

His sentences started with my name, and ended with an insult. I couldn't move from the spot I was told to stand. My legs were glued to the floors, and my head faced down. So I stood there taking everything in like a sponge in polluted waters.

"Castiel, leave, please," a calm voice spoke out to me. It was that voice that allowed me to look up. A woman, big dark eyes, with short black hair. I saw her trying to calm my father down, but she looked at me, and then at the door behind me. She silently pleaded with her eyes, telling me to escape.

And then I ran. I ran to my safe space, my private place. The one area that my father wouldn't even bother stepping into. As I reached the door to my room, I locked them once I was inside. I sat on the other side thinking, "useless albino" the words echoed over and over in my head.

I hadn't realized that I was crying until there were a couple drops of tears that landed on my hand. It was the first time I cried from being insulted, but it hurt more to realize that those harsh words came from my own father's mouth.

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