Broken But Brutally

Prologue

(⚠️ violent content ahead if you are uncomfortable please skip this)

Let's start
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"Mummy... What's that", I whimpered, looking at her bruised neck.

"Nothing baby it's just a coo... A bad one it'll go away", she said creasing my cheeks and placing a soft kiss there.

"Then, why you're crying yesterday?", I asked holding her hands while she was leading me to our small kitchen to feed me breakfast.

"It was just a bad dream and nothing else Sana, now enough of the interrogation you already had done my little cop, now it's a time to feed your little tummy", she said making me giggle, "so, how about we go out and have breakfast today?"

"Yessss...", I cried with elation.

"So for that, you need to go and change yourself first, so you have exact 5 minutes", she said pushing me towards my room.

My room was not a room it was just a small built-up under the staircases, which only contain a bed with a small side table where there were 2 photo frames which include, me and my mother. My room was just a miniature of central jail without bars, with no windows. I know it's not exactly 5 years old should have. But that's what it was.

I took out my clothes from the drawer under my bed and started stripping my night ware happily, oblivious to the predicament I'm going to drag myself into. What would you expect from 5 years old child?

my mother is a garbage collector, who works for the New York municipality. I know how typical it sounds but she is a lawyer by profession, but the situations were not under her hold.

While she was graduated from law school my maternal grandparents who belong to a multi-elite society were so happy to see their daughter. But it all changed when they learned she was pregnant with their rivel, just as they learn they not only abandon her but also sue her for working in every single law firm across the United States, and they being super-rich nobody tried to hire my mother in there firm since they fear to shut down.

As any other pregnant woman, my mother also seems to hope a little from the person she was pregnant with, but after knowing that it was all only to take revenge on her father he impregnated her she broke down and became weak unlike the real one she was.

She cried, starved, begged on the streets of New York only for her womb who was going to form a life written a span. But it was getting hard for her to carry her in a very different world. She was always a person with high values, grace, sophistication, understanding, and a mannered elite heiress. But it all changed in a blink and now here she was starving for a little bite of bread.

After nearly a month that man, who was nothing but mine sperm donner came back chasing my mother to his big mansion. Initially, she was so happy that 'he came back, 'her knight in shining armor but it all went down the stream when He introduces her as his mistress to his newly waded wife.

He immediately throws her out of the house and prohibited her from entering the mansion. But he let her stay in servant quarter, which she thought was out of kindness oblivious to his evil courtesy.

He abused her, humiliated her, starved her, and even blackmailed her for killing me. She felt hopeless, and one day she almost wanted to end her life but at the same moment 2 years I came inside crawling in the kitchen. She cood me in her arms and cried, but that was the last time she exclaims she cried and acted strong but only I knew how brutally she was broken.

Oblivious of every occult 5 years old I instantly changed and was ready to run out of my room when I heard a few commotions and screams. I can hear my mother crying for mercy, it was every day same but today... Today something was wrong.

I ran outside the room and saw the man who is, unfortunately, my father standing smoking and a few mens dragging my mother out of the house. She was crying, begging for mercy, and was trying to free herself from their hold.

Looking at her tears started flowing down my cheeks. And without any second thought, I ran towards my mother only to be dragged by my father with my hair tightly in his fist. I tried to free myself, I wanted to go and help my mother, but after a moment her whines were died like it never happened, my scalp was paining from the hold of my father. I started crying out loud, only feel an instant and strong slap on my face.

"Stop crying like a fool you sl*t", he shot back with his voice dripping with venom.

"Where did you take my mother?", I asked still sobbing and holding my cheek where I was recently abused.

His eyes suddenly changed dark and he quickly came further only to grab my throat tightly to the extent that turned my face bluish-green.

"Never... I repeat Never open your mouth until I tell you to hmm...", He said, "Is that clear?", I nodded, "good".

With that, he pushed me to the floor with a kick in my stomach and left me there crying and wailing for my mother.
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(I hope it's read-worthy. Please give it a shot and do recommend this story.
Thanx for the reading.)
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TBC