𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒. Michael Kaiser

4. You too

I think this is a trigger many people have but there will be depictions of child abuse in this chapter. I'm really sorry if this makes it unable to read, but I need to write this chapter.
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I'm sorry that your father never loved you And you saw your mother on the TV too much.
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The blood on his face dripped down his face. Drip, drip, drip. It trickled down. The bruises on his body scattered everywhere. It hurt. He could feel the pain physically; so much that it made him want to scream, but nothing came out of his lungs. Nobody to scream out to as the fists entered his face. His eyes squeezed as the awaiting smell of alcohol inched closer to him. He was practically inhaling it.

He could feel it, smell it, touch it. It was disgusting. The man slurred on his words as he spewed insults at the motionless boy. "Fucking useless shit, always causing problems for me. Ah, just like your mother, and the reason she left." He knew drunken words were just sober thoughts in most cases. He wasn't sure if it applied to this situation, but he didn't know if he'd be affected if it did.

Slowly, the abuse stopped. He couldn't feel the motion of kicking feet. The blood trickling down his skin. He couldn't feel it. It was over. Over? Would it ever be over? It was unlikely in his mind. He had always been a realist. It was never by choice to face the realities of the world; it was something the boy had no choice to do. His pace may have been slow but he rose from the depths of the ground. It was faint, but the feeling of his feet on his ground felt better than laying on the floor.

His eyes were searching. If anything happens please just run to me. Would he run to her? His legs couldn't even move. She would have been at home either way. He knew that going to find her was only a waste of time. He knew that, he swears he did. But still, he finds his feet walking outside. He didn't know. He walked into the streets. He could see his mother displayed on Tvs in stored. Mother. Could he truly call her that?

But he didn't care. He couldn't care, not when his eyes were blurring. The red on his head remaining present as it gushed out of him. Still, he kept searching. Praying to whichever celestial being to help him. To make this change happen. The world began to spin, but he didn't feel as if he was losing consciousness. He simply felt we it he was losing everything. So much blood. 

Celestial beings seemed to be on his side this day. A girl wandering the streets. A backpack with her as she aimlessly picked flowers. She kicked rocks, threw them at people and laughed. She didn't seem to be having a good day. It wasn't her fault. She was human too. However, her face lit up at the sight of her boy.  "Michael!" She called out. But the oxygen in her lungs was cut off by her shock.

She didn't speak. She didn't make a sound or move a limb. "Ah, my sweet boy." She sighed. "Come here." She whispered. He felt so safe. His legs bringing him closer to her almost involuntarily. "I always carry first aid around, just for you, you know? But I really don't like having to use it. I really don't like having you hurt."  He nodded. "I'm sorry." She shook her head. "Don't apologize to me, okay?"

However, he was then confused on what to do. But still, he nodded. "My father." He said. Almost instantly, her attention was fully directed at him. She reverted it back to the blood flowing out of his body quickly. She could see it in his eyes. He didn't know it he wanted to tell her. He didn't know if the words could flow out of his mouth. "It was my father." Her mouth opened. She didn't say anything. "He's the one who", but she cut him off. "I know." He was simply expecting more of a reaction in a way.

In a way, this was okay too. There were no dramatics. She bandaged his head and sighed. It was finally done. "Your own father? God, it confuses me how someone could ever hurt a boy like you. You're so marvelous." He wasn't sure if he understood all the words that she spoke, but he knew it was kind. He knew she would always be kind to him.

"No, it's not so. He did it because of mother.  An actress. Father always looks at her on paper." She nodded along. She didn't think it was right to speak but she wanted him to know that she was listening: that she cared. Her pretty boy. She sat him down on the pavement as she leaned his body into hers. She didn't mind if he was with her. "She left. I don't remember when, but she left." Nikita understood each word that escaped his mouth.

Reluctantly, her hand was placed over his. "Are you hungry?" He looked at her. He was hungry. "You are. Up, up, let's go." She called we she gently pulled him up from the ground. She looked around for a nearby store. She found it. The restaurant was empty but open. She hadn't been there before. He followed behind her diligently like a good puppy. However, he wasn't her puppet. She didn't want him to be. "Do you mind going there?"

Somehow, he wasn't accustomed to the idea of being asked for his opinion so many times. Whether or not he wants to go. Did he? His stomach did, and he wanted to be near her. The pair entered the restaurant and the worker looked skeptical. He was once again judging simply by how Michael looked. That was all it caused for humans to judge one another.

"What would you like? Do you want me to order for you?" She asked. She doubted he'd ever been here before either. She didn't want to stress him out too much. At times, she tried too hard to make sure he didnt get fed up. The two did it. The two were afraid of the other deciding to ditch. He nodded. He wanted her to order. She smiled as she looked at the menu. "I'll be right back, I'm just going to order. " He looked at her. He didn't want her away from him. "Okay."

She looked back at him once more. Turning back to the cashier, she spoke her order and paid for the food. It didn't take long to prepare because she was the first to be made. After all, there was nobody else in there. After a while of waiting, the food came their way. Michael ate quick. She didn't rush the food. She took it slow. He finished his. She nudged her plate towards him. "Do you want the rest." His eyes widened at the offer. "I had a snack at home so don't worry."

In that case, he quickly engulfed the food. She sighed at everything. The day had been stressful. School would start soon for her again. A school Michael would not be going to. She sighed. They needed to say goodbye.

"Goodbye, my boy. I'm sorry about your father; I'm sorry about your mother." Her lips feeling the skin on one of his bruises. She didn't want to kiss him so young yet. " It'll make it all better." He nodded.

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This is it. Later into the chapter got kind of bad so I'm really sorry about that. I'm just a bit tired and it's exam season so it's hard. Since ya read this, may aswell read my book SIN too yk

Either way, eat well, sleep well and hydrate. Stay healthy so that we can run after the final moon. I love you so much.