𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃

Chapter : 1

Song: Right Here - Chase Atlantic 

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5 Years ago 

"come here you little shit" as he gripped my hair with his big hands. "Where the fuck were you?. I was at my friend's house completing a project, as tears began to stream down my face. " I should've told tia to abort you while we had the fucking chance.

My throat ached as tears came out, I just wanted to scream my throat out and beg my mother to come back. "why is it always me in the shit positions"

He let go of my hair and I collapsed to the floor, the next thing I felt was a hard kick in my stomach " you stupid bitch" At this point, I just stayed there " it'll be over soon, or at least I prayed it would.

He grabbed my neck and threw me across the room, "ill kill you myself" I saw him walking towards me with a revolted look on his face "You're the reason my fucking tia is dead" I noticed tears running down his face." you're the reason she committed suicide.

He grabbed my collar and started punching me. Dad, please stop, Please! "I told you to stop calling me that, I'm not your Fucking dad you stupid bitch.

I saw blood on his knuckles, " I'm bleeding " Da- Erin stop, please !!! I'm hurting, I'm... I'm bleeding, stop, please !!!! 

Tears started to mix with blood and my mouth tasted like metal and copper.

"You're the reason my wife is dead" He raised his fist and I tried to prepare for the impact of the punch but I wasn't strong enough. His fist came down and all I saw was...Darkness.

PRESENT TENSE

My body was soaked with cold sweat with tears running down my face, I was panting and my body trembled as I tried to get out of bed.

It was still dark out, so I probably didn't sleep that long. I reached over for my phone and checked the time. It was only 2:24, I've always had nightmares of my father, but they've never been this vivid, it's like... it's happening...again.

I stood next to my bed to catch my balance so that I wouldn't fall over. Eventually, I went to the bathroom. I washed my face and faced the mirror, I had eyebags beneath my eyes, "Mirabelle, he's gone, you're...safe"...

I'd often wonder if I should be happy or sad that he was gone. He made my life a living hell, so maybe I should be...happy that he's gone. But now that he's gone I have no one except for my aunt Valentina, of course, she's my source of…comfort.

But she's in Sweden with her husband and kids, I guess she's happy so that's fair.

I laid back on my bed and tried to go to sleep, but I couldn't, I tossed and turned until I didn't try anymore. I stared at my ceiling and thought about how life would be if I still had my parents with me. Would it be any different? 

I didn't realise I fell asleep until I felt the sun's rays making contact with my skin."Another day another time to suffer. I reached over for my phone and saw a missed call from Aunt Val. I decided to call back, it didn't take long for her to answer.

"Hej älskling, hur mår tanterna Niece"?(Hello darling, how's auntie's niece doing ?) 

Jag mår bra, hur mår du? (I'm fine, how are you?)when I was little I always went to the library that was a few minutes away from my house and learned multiple languages from those giant books that were collecting dust because no one wanted to read them.
"I'm well Mirabelle, how's your job going?"

I'm getting paid on time so I guess I can't complain. "Mirabelle if you need anything or anyone to talk to, aunt Valentina is here for you". I'm..managing, with my words barely coming out as a whisper.