I love him but I hate me

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"Look at u ! U monster , u killed me !" My mom screamed , blood rushing out of her eyes and mouth .

I couldn't respond . I couldn't walk , I was stuck and scared.

"Kill her! Kill that murderer , William!" my father names.

It was pitch black where I was standing. The only light came from somewhere from the sky , it only made my mother visible . From the shadows , a silhouette was coming towards me .

It took heavy steps. One at a time. Time felt like it stopped , the only sounds were the steps , the way my heart pounded in my chest and my panting for breath .

The more it got closer, the more I could distinguish the shape. It looked like a man . My father.

"Dad?" I asked scared.

"No murderer is a daughter of mine!" He yelled , now close enough for me to see him.

He was covered in blood . His eyes were red and his pupils were dilated . He was holding a knife.

"Come here you prostitute!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

Me eyes went blurry from tears .I don't want him to do something to me , but I got no choice...

I take a slow step forward. And another. And by 5 steps , I'm in front of him.

He looks me in my eyes . Why do I see worry? No , no ! He's trying to manipulate me ,isn't he?!

"Dad-" I get stopped by an excruciating pain. I instinctively put my hands to my stomach. And I feel the knife and something liquid.

He stabbed me?

Blood.

Blood.

Blood.

"Lottie." A voice says.

"Mom?" I desperately say . " Mommy he stabbed me! " I scream , tears streaming down my face. "Mom do something I-"

"It's okay princess. I'm here." Lucas says.

"Blood-" I say trembling . I start searching for the knife . It's not there , but the pain is?

"Baby -"

"No ,no , no -" I whisper to myself . Everything is a blurry. I only hear my heartbeat. "he stabbed me ..." I whsiper.

The pain makes me wheeze . Why is it hurting- blood.

"Blood!" I scream as I see blood on the sheets.

"Shh, it's okay baby," a comforting voice says . Lucas picks me up and takes me to the bathroom.

The world felt like it was closing in around me. The bathroom tiles were cold beneath me, their chill seeping as I sat on the floor, my back pressed against the wall.

My knees were pulled to my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around them like they were the only thing keeping me from falling apart entirely.

Lucas was there, kneeling in front of me. His face was a mixture of concern and helplessness, his hands hovering near me but not quite touching.

"Baby," he said softly, his voice low and steady. "I'm here. You're safe. Just breathe, okay?"

I couldn't. My chest felt like it was caving in, every breath a battle. The edges of my vision blurred, and my hands trembled uncontrollably. The room seemed too small, the air too thick, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make it stop.