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6. An Opportunity

Y/n

I saw the car leaving the parking lot. When I heard him saying good bye to my mother before, it was quite clear from my room. So what makes him changed his mind?

What am I doing? I shouldn't spying on someone like this. But I am not gonna lie, that my mother's guest is indeed gorgeous and nice this time. He didn't try to forced himself on me, he's not a bastard. But I couldn't describe him the way I think in a first appearance, he could have hide his real personality to look nice for a first impression.

I walk towards the door when I heard my mother calling me as she knocked on my door violently. As I open the door, she stand there with the rage visible on her face. Her expression is enough to bring chills on my back. She scared me.

"What did you do?" She says, I look at her bewildered.

"What do you mean, mo-" before I could finished my sentence, I feel stinging pain across my cheeks and a fresh blood came out from the corner of my lips knowing how hard she hit me.

"This is what I hate about you, Y/n, you're such a bad luck for my life, I should've get money from him and now he's leaving after he meet you." She let out her anger on me while I'm still didn't recovered from the pain, my neck hurts too.

"That's not my fault if he changed his mind, mother." I cry out pathetically but surely she's not give a damn about me.

"It's your fault, it's always your fault from the start." She pushed my shoulder and leave me from here and go back to her room.

I close the door and collapse in the floor, hugging my knees, not knowing what do I cry for, this life already so hard for me, I feel like no hope for me to get away from this torture. When there's a sunset, there will be sunrise. But there's no kind of rotation in my life. As long as my mother exist in this world, I will never get up from the darkness.

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The next three days is smooth, my mother has been drunk and sleeping all day. A different mans come and goes everyday, she barely get out of the house, just stay home and waited for the money come between her legs. I'm sick of what she's done, I really wanna get out of the house but I have no where to go. I have not enough power to leave just yet, though I have a job, she always take my money. Luckily I keep some for myself safely.

"..why are you always came with bruises everyday, Y/n, does someone hurt you?"

Mr. Milesburg ask me with his concern tone when we both sit together in the pantry having our meal. His wife is not coming today since she has to rest at home during pregnancy.

"It's nothing, Mr. Milesburg, I'm just too clumsy and I hurt myself." I tell him as I look down to my plate, and then I feel his hand touching my arm, I flinched and look up to him.

"You know you can tell me, Y/n, it's okay, I can keep secrets." Of course you can but I'm sure if I should tell you and then when you decide to get involved because you feel upset of the way my own mother treating me. I'm not letting that happened.

"I'm okay, Mr. Milesburg, really, this bruise is just because I fell off the bed, I always do that because when I sleep, I didn't realize I moved so much."

"You're not lying, aren't you?"

"No, I'm scared of lying to people, it's so difficult to get their trust, one lie can ruined a thousand trust that I build." I do tell lies now, but I cannot tell him my personal issues, because what if he thinks I'm the attention seeker?

"You're right." He caresses my arms like brother to sister because I can feel from the way he's touching me is because he's caring.

In the moment we both look at towards the door and suddenly our eyes widened because Mrs. Milesburg standing in the door frame carrying something in her hand as the other holding her baby bump.