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41 - Liquor

(Tw: Mental, Verbal and physical abuse)

12 years ago

The heaving wouldn't stop. It couldn't stop. She couldn't breathe. The world moved too slowly, and she stared into the brat's eyes.

"Mommy? What's wrong mommy? Where's daddy? Is he okay?"

The doctor's words still rang in her ears, they burned and hurt. But what hurt more was the cracking of her heart and the burning fire of hatred that welled in deep inside her chest. She hung up the phone, the Doctor could no longer hear her now.

She gasped more and eventually the child, overcome with worry, hugged her mother's leg.

With a sharp jolt, she kicked out her leg and sent the small toddler flying off. She began to cry- No- Squeal in pain.

"SHUT UP. YOU STUPID BRAT. THIS IS YOUR FAULT. IT'S YOUR FAULT HE'S DEAD."

She gasped more as the child began to whimper, "Papa... Papa..."

Tears flooded down.

Her beloved.
Her best friend.
Her soulmate.
Her other half.
Her one and only.
Dead.

"I'm sorry if I made you mad, mama... I'm sorry... I won't do it again... " She cried more.

The mother began to cry- No- Howl in grief. She howled the pain, so loud her ribs vibrated.

"HISASHI...WHY, WHY WHY... WHY HISASHI..."

" Mommy? Is daddy okay?" The little one squeaked.

The mother stood up, she opened a cabinet that rested behind her, pulling out a bottle. Spirits.

She opened the bottle and took a long, hard swig of the bottle.

It burned more in her chest, it burned in her throat and burned her eyes to tears, but already her mind felt cloudy and it didn't hurt as much.

She lowered the bottle, "No. Daddy isn't okay. Daddy isn't coming back. Not for Christmas, or your birthday, or on weekends or Father's day. Daddy is never coming back and it's all your fault."

Her tiny voice was wobbly with emotion," Is it because he fell asleep?"

"It's because a brat like you killed him."

"But I didn't do anything, Mommy! I promise! I would never hurt daddy or Mommy! "

A cold hard wind passed the little girl's face, a loud snapping sound hit the air and a cry emerged soon after.

The little girl held onto her now brilliant red cheek, even the mother's hand hurt from the impact.

"SHUT the fuck up you brat."

If she had never been born, if things were different. Maybe he wouldn't have left, then maybe he never would have died.

She crouched down, and gripped the little girl's face, her nails digging into her soft skin. "We're going to visit the doctor tomorrow. And you will behave like a good little brat and tell the doctor that Mommy doesn't hurt you. Or do you want Mommy to leave you too?"

"I'll be good Mommy! I promise I'll be good" the girl gasped through tears, her tiny hands trembling while holding her mother's.

Those hands used to tenderly stroke her hair while she fell asleep, her melodic voice humming a lullaby. It changed so fast, her mother's hands were someone else's. Someone sharp and angry. The little girl couldn't understand why daddy was gone and why mommy hated her so much.

"I love you, mama... I love you..."

The mother gasped, letting go of her daughter's face, she lost balance while crouching and fell onto her hind.