TW:Domestic Abuse.
Anne's POV
"Mommy please!"
I whispered hoarsely, my throat feeling as raw and open as the wounds stemming from my arms and legs. I had been complaining about a fever to my mother, not knowing it would trigger her anger. She removed the belt from around her waist and striked me with it. It hurt, it burned. I wailed, trying to cover myself from her blows with my hands, but she kept yanking them off. The belt's buckle teared into my skin, drawing blood, but my mother didn't stop. She didn't see it as a sign she was going to far and hurting me. It only seemed to make her hit harder and harder. Until I was laying on the floor, no longer able to shield myself. But praying for the blows to end, praying for my sweet old man to come and save me.
But my sweet old man wasn't coming to save me and that made me wail harder. And my begging and pleading were met with shut up's being spat from my mother's mouth. But finally my mother dropped the belt and walked out the door, leaving me-"
I flinch as Matta wiped the sweat off my forehead with a damp cloth. As Debby held my hand and spoke words of affirmation. They have been doing this all week since the incident with Danny as he stood at the doorway. Observing everything that was happening, but providing no help. But I understood he didn't want to touch me for the same reason I didn't want to touch him. We didn't want to hurt each other again. Me and him were having nightmares each night since the incident. I of my mother's cruel treatment and him of his wife. His been sleeping less to. Three out of the seven days I have joined him on the couch, sitting further away from him for my comfort and his own. And he would mumble something about her choking him. I on the other hand, rambled on about my mother beating me on the verge of unconsciousness. Then we sat silently, trying to control our hurried breaths.
My arms refused to detach themselves from my body. In my mind I was protecting myself even though it was only me and my friends here. I was unable to shake off the feeling of unsafety. And even though I didn't see any bruises on my skin except the fading ones of last week, I felt them. I felt her, her anger, her hatred, her fists and they hurt so much. I tried to push the sob in my throat down. But I couldn't, I couldn't. Matta and Debby wipe my tears and ask me to stop crying with trembling lips and shaky hands. They hold me, Danny too. And I don't run from his touch, but welcome it as he rubs my back like Matta and Debby are doing so.
"I-It h-hurts.... "I-It hurts!" I let out, before sobbing harder till I stop and release pain-filled whimpers. We laid there on my bed with them consoling me, but also themselves.
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A Glimpse Of Us
General Fiction38 year old Anne, lives in Morgana the town of sad people such as herself. Along side her three friends Matta, Danny and Debby. She often sees glimpses of who she was, who she loved and who she lost. That lead her more and more into the bottom-less...
