Choose me, love me

Chapter two: Why me?

I ran towards home. My body didn't have much strength but my fears overlapped it and I did my best to reach home as fast as I could. It was a long distance to home.

When I knocked at the door, mother didn't show up. So instead I opened it and it made a little creaky noise. "Shit" I mumbled. I didn't want mother to find out I was late. I was hoping she would be busy somewhere or at least so I headed straight towards the stairs.

"Anna, dear!", I started sweating, hearing her voice. It was incredibly sweet. Her tone dipped in sweetness. Which meant I was in trouble.

"What happened honey! Why are you so late? You see, I was getting worried"

"Mother! I..I " I trailed off. I didn't know what to say.

"Yes dear?",she pushed.

"I was with friends, I lost track of time", the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"FRIENDS! I see", she exclaimed with an eyebrow raised.
"Y..y..Yess", I said as I couldn't take those words back now.
"These friends of yours, you've never told me before about them, neither have you bothered to introduce them to me..", She was trying to make me spit the truth. And it was working. I was getting more and more nervous. I didn't know what to do.

"Yes.. They are old friends, I couldn't get the time to introduce them, they wanted to hangout so.." Before I could complete the sentence, I was all over the floor, holding my right cheek. "Seems like you've started to forget my teachings", she shouted at me.

"Mother, no, I didn't..... They aren't.... I ..... It was for homework.... I... They are not friends..." I said whatever came to my mind for I didn't want to get beaten up by my cruel mother.

"Ahh.. You've turned into a liar! You've started lying too! I warned Thomas about letting you the permission to step out of the house! Only if he would listen to me"

I only cried in response. I started crawling away from her. Sweat tickling down my forehead.

"You need to learn a lot of lessons bitch!" She had that rage in her eyes that made me squirm.

She held me through my hair and dragged me to the lounge. She threw me down in the middle of the hall and slapped me hard again, over the same spot she had slapped before. I was crying so hard. Begging her to forgive me. Begging for mercy. She went to the room next to stairs and came back with father's leather belt.
"Nooo..no mother nooo... Stop! Please don't hurt me! Please! I won't do it again ! I won't talk to anybody again please let me go! Pleeeeeaseeee!"

I was crying so hard my vision became blurred. I couldn't see what she was going to do next. She kicked me in the stomach to make me lean back and hit me hard across my stomach with the belt. I screamed. It hurt so bad. I turned away only to lay on my stomach. And she hit me again. Hard. Across my bottom. She started hitting me more and more. She was losing control and it was hard for me to breathe. I felt like I'd pass out.

Suddenly the front door bell rang. Mother stopped her brutality abruptly. She realized what she had done. In between my grasps for air I saw her face. No sign of regret. Not sign of mercy.

"Get the fuck up and go to your room. I don't want to see your filthy face. Don't come down unless i ask you to"

She went to get the door. It was hard for me to get up. I was unable to move. Somehow I gathered the strength to hold myself on my arms. I moved slightly and winced in pain. I knew if I didn't get out of there things would get worse. So i trailed down the floor up the stairs with my arms supports. reaching the top of the stairs I lost the strength and fell down. While I was trying to move a little up again I heard a man talking downstairs...I recognized the voice, it was Mark, my mother's boyfriend. Yes she was cheating on father. She would always have Mark around every time father went out of the city.

The pain was getting unbearable, but I had to reach the room, somehow I did.

As soon as I closed the door, I collapsed on the floor and burst out crying. I didn't hold the tears in. It was a mixture of physical and emotional pain. It was the anger, at my fate, for taking my parents away, and providing me with these tyrants. It was the frustration, loss of hope, of living a life without fear. I had nobody in the entire world.

Nobody to care for me.

Nobody to wipe my tears.

Nobody to tell me it was going to be okay.

Nobody to make me feel that warmth that I had lost when I was 7 years old.

My cries were getting loud and loud. And after almost two hours I couldn't cry more so I just lay there, on the floor, bruised. I was staring at the ceiling hoping God was listening and asked " why me?" It was stupid of me to think I would actually get a response. So I drifted off to sleep.

Hey guys ;)
Here is the second chapter.
It's pretty intense and heartbreaking, yeah I know

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