01 || The Unlucky Child

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Song: Sufjan Stevens - The Fourth Of July

Asteria- Goddess of Dreams

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𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚

I was always called "δυστυχισμένο παιδί" after my mom ran away, people would always pity me because I didn't have a mother's shoulder to rest on. My father always blamed me for her running away even though she told me her runaway had nothing to do with me he would always threaten to kill me because of this. He didn't kill me instead he just made my life hell something I was told I had no part in.
|Translation: The Unlucky Child|

My dad was at work today, as in gambling for money. Some days he wouldn't even come home until midnight. I used to be frightened when I heard banging on the door. It used to make me think someone was going to rob us of the little we already had until I got so used to it being my dad.

I liked it when my dad was gone because it gave me time to think.
I needed to find a job so I could get out here to run away from my father.

I strolled over to my desk to open up the laptop my mom gave to me on Christmas.

'Jobs Hiring for 22-year-olds'

There were so many that popped up but I was looking for the one with the most pay I knew it would be hard to get a job with good pay but it didn't hurt to try.

After applying to like 3 jobs, 2 of them being part-time jobs and the 1 being full-time I got up from my chair and finally went to bed hoping that I'd hear back from any of the jobs I'd applied to, but I was most hopeful for the job as a bartender.

The hard thing was the thought of telling my dad that I got a job, how was I going to tell him that I got a job, and what he would do if I told him?

I can't tell him


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It was midnight by now my alarm went off expecting my dad to be home by now because this was the time he usually came home but he wasn't. It wasn't odd though, he could just be at a bar drinking his ass off using the money he illegally gambled for. So I thought nothing of it until I heard sudden footsteps.

He's here.

He starts banging on the door non-stop until I race to open the door.

"What took you so long you bitch" He spits then sends a sharp blow to my cheek

He walks over to his room and slams the door

My hands turn into fists and sigh heavily as a single tear rolls down my cheek.

Now I understand why my mom left.

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