FRAGILE

Back to Remember

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Three days ago, Hazel said that her parents invited my family to have dinner together at her house on weekends.

How could I forget this.

There are still 2 days left before weekend and I have to talk to my parents.

Or maybe I don't have to? I could have made excuses that they couldn't come.

I was already going back to my car because I think this would be such a waste of time.

But thinking about the twinkle in Hazel's eyes... I don't want that twinkle to go away.

Yeah, it was the reason that finally made me driving miles away. The reason that finally made me stand at this door. The door of a house I haven't visited in years.

I started to knock on this wooden door.

Silence. There was no answer.

I didn't give up and kept trying to knock on the door.

Still no answer.

Until I finally found that the door was unlocked. I decided to go in.

Ah, this place is still exactly the same since the last time I was here.

Some items are out of place, the walls of the house that have many stains, a very dirty floors, bottles of alcohol in the corner of the house, also unpleasant smells. Disgusting.

Then a woman's scream followed by the sound of breaking awakened me from my mind.

Kitchen. That's where the sound came from. Without thinking, I immediately went to the kitchen.

I was very surprised by what I saw.

My mother was in the corner of the kitchen, crying and terrified. The sound of the breaking must have come from the object she threw in self-defense from the man standing in front of her.

The man was none other than my own father, he was standing with his back to me so that he didn't notice my presence.

While I was looking for a way to stop this horrible scene, my father suddenly hold a knife to plunge it at my mother.

"Stop!!" I shouted frantically.

Both of them turned to me.

"Julian..." My mother was so beaten.

Looking at me, my father grinned with his creepy grin that always disgusted me.

"Haha gosh. Look who's coming Lily, your proud son has finally come home to see you," he said mockingly.

"Don't you dare to touch her, damnit!"

"Oh, don't you have any manners to your father, son?" he started walking up to me.

I heard my mother start crying and told the asshole to stop. While I couldn't hold back my emotions anymore. I'm even ready for whatever is going to happen.

"Get away, bastard. Get the hell out of here!" I shouted.

As I expected, he must have been angry and immediately tried to hit me with a knife in his hand. A fight ensued between us.

I managed to paralyze him by grabbing a knife in his hand, although it resulted in my hand being injured.

Then I beat him all over the face, not caring about the cries of my mother who kept asking me to stop.

Looking at my father who was already helpless, I stopped on my own. Immediately I dragged him out of the house and locked the door.

I went back to my mother who was also injured on her forehead, the wound was still bleeding. I immediately grabbed a cloth to wipe the blood around her pretty face.