A Glance At Your Abyss

Chapter 3

Her already frail body looked even more fragile at that moment. Her face was painted with bruises. The jacket cannot even hide the purple colors creeping out her neck. A part of her face looked clean, indicating the use of makeup. He was stunned, no words could ever describe his shock at the sight he saw.

That night, he deliberated on how to help her situation. He decided to confront her in the morning and think about what to do after.

"Mikaella, I have something to ask of you. I hope you answer it truthfully. Let me help you please."

"What is it? I'll try to answer it to the best of my knowledge." She nervously fiddled with her hands while saying.

"At the supermarket, I saw you. Without your hoodie."

The silence was loud. Like you can hear if a pin drop. Cleo waited as Ella composed herself.

"How? Huh?" She showed great confusion, unable to comprehend what he said.

"I know. About your situation." He sighed defeatedly. Unknown even to him the emotions he's feeling right now. Grief, sadness, anger, resignation as he imagined what she went through.

"I'll help you. We'll find a way. Just tell me your situation." He begged.

"Really?" She asked meekly. Willing to hold on to that little hope. "I'll tell you. Just save me please."

"Yes, I will"

"My father, he abused me. Whenever I go home and find him drunk, I would sob* usually try to make myself as little as possible. I wished to be invisible whenever he appears. Ahhh sob* sob* he hit me whenever he sees me. I wanna get away. I can't live like this anymore. That little time we spent everyday these past month was the best moments of my life." She smiled, grief visible in her eyes.

"It was my little escape. It symbolizes my freedom. I want that. No." She shock her head.

"I yearn for that. As the time goes on, I became greedy. I shouldn't have been. I wanted full freedom, yet when I saw him, that bastard, I knew. I couldn't get away. He won't let me." She completely broke down crying.

"We'll find a way. I promise." He hugged her sobbing body, trying to soothe her aching heart.

That day, they planned on exposing her father's bad deeds. They decided to call the police exactly in the middle of the abuse. Sure , it was brutal, but that's the fastest way to earn her freedom.

It was supposed to be in the afternoon. They were supposed to meet at their usual spot. It was supposed to be her moment. The freedom she longed for so long was within her reach.

3:00 PM: The time they were supposed to meet.

4:00 PM: She started to worry about him. Where was he? Is he alright? Did he run into some kind of trouble?

5:00 PM: She was desperate. Her hope, where was he?

6:00 PM: Didn't he promised? That he'll save her?

7:00 PM: She spotted her father approaching her from afar. She's afraid.

8:00 PM: She ran for her life. For her freedom.

9:00 PM: She realized it was futile. Running away. Now, she's gonna face it. Her nightmare.On her own. Cause only she can defend herself. Till death.

10:00 PM: ...