Say My Name

Chapter 4

The days went by as fast as it seemed. On a Friday night, both girls decided to start their project in Freen's place. She don't have any choice but to let Becky come, she don't wanna be the one who leave her place, she's scared something might happen. So, Becky decided she's come over. Although frightened, Freen neglected her personal feelings for the sake of their task, they have to get this over with,

She just finished taking a shower and is now gathering the materials they need for the projects, books, pencils, pens, papers and essential things needed  for the activity. Suddenly, as she is halfway through her stuff, her mother came in with a smile.

"Hey baby." Her soft voice elided in the expansion of the room, her mother look radiant as always, her face doesn't define her age. Although aged-lady, her skin remain young filtering the wrinkles adulthood brings.

"Hi ma." She replied, she hugged her mother tightly trapping her in the embrace of her arms. "I miss you." She exclaimed. Her body succumbing into the warmth of her mother's body like a baby cradling in her mother's arms.

"Oh baby I missed you too you know. I'm sorry mom was away for the past week okay? I just have to finished some business in the company. But i'm here now, ma won't leave again."

"I know ma, that's okay I totally understand."

Emily, has been standing up as Freen's mother since she was fifteen. And she was the only one person Freen talks to. She was the first person who saw Freen's silent plea of help. When her biological parents abused her, Emily was the first one to make an action about it. She didn't let Freen feel alone. When she was beaten, Emily stood up for her and raised child rights in court. Freen was badly abused, her body is thin frail, weak and look like it's gonna give up in any moment, or when a wind hit her. She was pale, her weight doesn't match her age. And the bruises in her body held a deep mark carved in her skin that'll forever be with her. It's a scar of the past.

Her very last bruise, right before Emily took her away and put her parents behind bars was carved at her back. It was deep. Painful and blood gush out of it. She was paddled with her father's belt, he put thorns in it creating deep cuts on the Freen's frail body.

It was hell as Freen would say. Some people would say they are lucky they still have their parents, but for her, her parents were the human demons on Earth. They were supposed to be her safe place, yet they became her predators. Her nightmare. Her worst nightmare. Once, they were a family labeled as the perfect one. They were in a high class status, her father earned much in real estate, her mother also earned much more than they needed in her clothing company. 

Yet, when everything turned into a twist, the once perfect family they had turned into a home she can't recognize. Her father was associated with frauds, they needed to sell a lot of their properties just to let her father be free from the case, her mother sacrificed everything, including her clothing company to save the family they once have. But then, when she thought everything was alright, her parents fell into deep addiction, they never know how much it breaks her seeing both her parents turning into someone else each passing moment. And her greatest fear came in. Her parents project their disappointments to her. She suffered from the mistake she didn't make.

Freen was snapped out of her trance when her mother held her chin. Her tears streaming down her pinky cheeks without her notice. "Why are you crying?" She asked.

Freen held a deep breathe before opening her mouth. "I'm just thankful that you are my mother and i'm very lucky to have you. I love you so much ma."

Emily teared up, God knows how much she loves Freen as her own and she won't anyone hurt her again, not even a bug or a mosquitoes. "And I love you too baby. I would never stop loving you and your sister. Both of you are it for me. I love you since the moment I first saw you in that old street." She replied picturing the fifteen-year old Freen laughing happily with her friends in that old dusty street. Irin was twelve years old that time, and just like her mother, Irin held a deep connection with the girl.