𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟- "𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒"

𝗧𝗪: 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲

𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊'𝚜 𝙿.𝙾.𝚅.

*Flashback*

I felt a slap on my face.

The one person who was supposed to protect me and love me, raised a hand on me.

My dad.

I was only a little girl and I wanted a dad.

A dad that was like a superhero for me. Treasured me like I'm the last diamond on this world. Protected me from the monsters under my bed.

But instead he became the monster that I so much feared.

„You're the reason your whore of a mother left. If you wouldn't be here she would've been here!"

The glass of water held in his hands splattered all over the floor but he made no movement to clean up.

Instead he got only more angry for some reason.

But he was particularly right about my mom. She left me. She left him. She left us.

All because of me.

Everyone left me.

There was no one who didn't left me.

My sister.
My mother.

And soon my father would too.

I knew it.

I had a gut feeling.

I didn't noticed that he had pushed me. Exactly into the glass splatters. My hands instinctively went forward and took most of the hit.

After them were my knees. They scratched over the pieces but I made no sound.

If I did I feared that he would leave me too.

He left.
He wasn't here anymore.

„Everyone will leave you, Elena!"

„No one loves you enough to stay!"

„You have no one that stayed."

„Everyone left."

*Flashback over*

I gasped as I woke up and heard the fast heartbeat in my ears. Loud ringing was heard and I felt stinging pain in my head.

I didn't notice the cold side of the bed next to me.

I made my way into the bathroom to splash my face with some water to regain my thoughts again. I was only subconsciously here.

Mentally I was still in my old house on floor with bloody hands and knees. Begging for my father to come back.

It's okay.
He's gone.
You're free.
You have Aiden now.

Yes, I have Aiden.

He's my rock.

My rock in the middle of a desert.
My boat in the overflowing ocean.
My savior in all my troubles.

Sure sometimes he's like a bit mean to me but I know he had his fair share of trauma.

I made my way into his office and slammed the door open.