Sinner H.S

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tw: violence

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Valentine Fitz

"Valentine." A voice calls out. I smile at the familiarity.

"Mommy!" I giggle as I jump out of my hiding spot. Hide n' Seek. A game my mother and I played very well. A game I was way too good at.

"There you are!" She smiles as she holds my waist and spins me around in the air. My hair blows outward as I look at my beautiful mother as the background is all blurred. Suddenly I get lightheaded.

"Mm, mommy-" I whine as I touch my head. She immediately stops and puts me on the ground. "What is it darling?" She asks and I point to my head. "Dizzy?" She questions with a smile and I nod. "Let's go inside then. It's getting late." She interlocks her hand in mine as we head over to the house

I hated going inside, mostly because there was no fun things to do inside and also because my dad was always inside.

I don't really like my dad. I would use the word hate but my mom told me how hate is a very strong word, and should only use it if you absolutely despise that person. But what if I absolutely despise my dad. I guess I hate my dad. Don't tell my mom I said that. She gets really mad.

She opens the door, and the first thing I see is my father on the couch, facing the tv. He has one of those bottles in his hands that when he drinks them afterward he gets angry.

My mother rolled her eyes and I did the same for fun. Suddenly I get slapped on my cheek, and tears sting my eyes. Mom was crouched down in front of me with an angry look on her face. "Valentine what did I say about attitude." She says sternly. I shake my head while my hand is touching the redden part of my cheek. "I'm sorry-" I say quietly and she rolls her eyes. "God, your 'I'm sorry's' get over yourself, Valentine. You sound pathetic." She scoffs before getting up and walking over to the kitchen. I blink away my tears.

Maybe if I help in the kitchen, mommy will love me again.

I quickly run to the kitchen trying to be hidden as best as possible. I grab a plate that was placed beside the stove, as heavy as it is I manage to bring it over to table. She still hasn't noticed me yet. I bring another plate but my hands must've been sweaty, the glass plate dropped onto the floor, shattering into a million pieces.

My mother jumps but then turns around to see me standing in the middle of the broken glass. Rage doesn't even begin to describe what I saw in her.

She marched over to me, her face tightening from anger. "You're really testing me huh?" She says, I can't even respond with how loud my heart was pounding from inside of me.

"You've made a mess, Valentine." She states and my lip starts to quiver. "You know what happens to bad girls." She says it as a warning. I knew what was about to happen next, something that was worst among all the torture she and father ever gave me.

She stands up, grabbing a clean shiny knife, so shiny it's almost like a mirror. She turns on the stove as the fire appears, a sudden hot wave is blown across my face. She heats up the knife, it losses it's shine as it darkens from the fire. She holds it there for 30 seconds. I always made sure I counted how long.

10 seconds - she wasn't that angry but wanted to teach me a lesson.

20 seconds - i did something bad but not bad enough to get angry over, but still pretty mad.

30 seconds - she basically didn't love me anymore. She wanted me to hurt.

I wanted to run but my feet suddenly felt heavy I couldn't move.