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TW: Child abuse and alcohol
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The sound of the tree branches scraped against the small window.
The snow and wind mixed together to create a blizzard.
The small thin blanket was wrapped around my frail body, not helping at all.
The attic was freezing cold.
I looked down at the small locket in my hand. Auerilo had given it to me before he left. I miss him. I don't know where he went, all I know is he vanished.
One of the only people I could talk to, and trust is now gone.
The sound of a screeching tire filled my ears. I quickly got up and look out the small circular window.
A black car pulled up into a parking spot. A man got out of the car and came inside the apartment complex.
I furrowed my eyebrows. The sound of the front door opening caught my attention.
"She's in her room," said a voice.
Shit.
I quickly put the necklace inside the broken floorboard and pretended to sleep.
The creaking floorboards of the stairs made my heart thump. Not in a good way.
The screech of the attic door hitting the wall made me jump in surprise.
The reeking smell of alcohol and weed filled the room. "Oh, doll," slurred a voice.
I furrowed my eyebrows. Why does this voice sound so familiar?
"I missed every inch of you," said the voice, as he came towards me.
Malvado.
I haven't seen him for a couple of months and I enjoyed every moment.
He shook me awake. I flinched as I felt his hand on my back. "Oh doll, if only I could have taken you with me," he said, as he grabbed onto my hand.
He turned me towards him and I instantly winced seeing him.
He ordered for me to sit up straight and I obeyed. He was too busy taking off his jacket and I took the chance to run.
Not making it too far, I was tackled to the ground. As a 13 year old with a big chest and no bra always frightened me in this household.
A nasty smirk came on his face. His body weight was against my fragile body. "Now, now doll," he said, grabbing a strand of my hair and playing with it.
"Why would you run?" he asked. The reeking smell of alcohol made me gag.
I couldn't bear the stench of the alcohol. I didn't answer because I felt as if I would pass out at the overwhelming stench.
