All is Fair in Love and War

Bets & Secrets

Your best friend screams as your father drags her across the basement floor by her hair. Her face was already bloody from where he beat her up when he barged into the room. You didn't mean to it had just happened in the spur of the moment.

"Daddy please stop your hurting her!", your pleas go through one ear and out the other as he continues to drag her.

"Jimmy, Hunny this is taking it too far let the little girl go!", your mother yelled upset at what your father was doing.

He throws her against the wall letting her head hit harshly against the damped stone wall. He scowls at the little seven-year-old before turning around and yelling back at your mother. "NO! I WILL NOT LET THIS STAND BY YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THIS CAN NOT GO ON ANY LONGER IT COULD JEOPARDIZE THE AGREEMENT."

"AND LETTING YOUR CHILD WITNESS THIS WILL HELP??? SHE'S NEVER GOING TO BE THE SAME IF YOU DO THIS!!!", your mother remarks holding you against her leg as you sob at the sight of your best friend laying bloody on the ground whimpering from the pain. He ignores your mother and kicks the little girl on the ground harshly and you can see blood fly from her mouth.

"Issa! Please, Daddy, I won't do it again or meet up with her just don't do this please!" you try to pull away from your mother but she holds a vice-like grip on your arm that later would bruise. Your father moves over to a wooden table displayed with various types of knives and more. Instead of grabbing a knife, he picks up a Remington 1911 and starts screwing a silencer on it sneering at Issa's bruised and bloody body. "Tonight you will go back where you came from and you will regret ever putting your lips on my child!" He points the gun at her and the girl pleas for mercy but your father ignores her.

You thrash around in your mother's arms screaming at this point. You would've thought your mother would let you help your best friend but you were wrong when you had seen her face when your father caught you and Issa kissing as a joke, your father erupted and your mother just had a look of pity on her face.

"DADDY PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU PLEASE NO DON'T KILL HER PLEASE!"

BANG

"ISSAAAAAAAAAAA!"

A gasp leaves your body as your body jerks forward, your breathing is heavy and your sweating bullets. You've been having this same recurring nightmare since you were six. It has been weeks since you've had one why now? What caused it to start causing you problems now?

Your eyes scan the room it's darker than before which means you must've fallen asleep after sneaking back into the room from stealing a bottle of wine from the kitchen, which explains the massive headache. Just how much did you drink? The whole damn bottle is the answer once you see it on the bedside table empty. You must've started crying in your sleep seeing as you can feel the dried tear streaks on your face. Shifting you swing your legs over the bed and get but immediately sat down when you started to see doubles. "Damn that must've been a strong one," mumbling you inhaled and got back up but slowly this time and exhaled when completely standing up straight.

Stretching your limbs a pleased sigh is let out as you hear and feel the bones in you popping, but immediately your face scrunches up when you stretch your left arm. Still a bit painful but nothing you can't handle. You check to see if any of the stitches were ripped or if the wound had gotten bigger and are happy to know Marina's work was not ruined by your drunken and idiotic self.

Marina must've come and checked on you after you had passed out and covered you since you faintly remember being passed out on the chair in the corner. Just thinking that she did such a thing for you brought a smile to your face. Your arm is filling much better than before or it may be because you are still a bit under the influence, but either way, you're feeling good. Shuffling over to the big furballs you call your best friend you pat their heads just as they both woke up.