Tsk! Stupid Cupid (On-Hold)

Chapter 9: Things I never want to remember

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Chapter 9

The next day I woke drenched in cold sweat, feeling dreaded by the nightmare. It actually wasn't so much of a dream that my mind projects, more of a memory that it remembers. I know because it has happened. I know because it's something that I had locked on a volt and shipped to never-to-remember land before. It was the day things started changing. It's the day that started everything.

“It was all because of you. It's your fault my life is ruined. It's your fault you whore.” he shouted.

She can only cry out and whimper with what he's doing with her. He came home drunk and shouting how shitty his life has become. I was on the top of the stairs watching as he throw away whatever his hands can grasp. A few things has been thrown here there and she comes out of their room to try and calm him. She thought she can talk him down but when he saw her he started directing his anger on her.

The first slap that landed on her right cheeks made her fall on the floor. The cracking sound was very deafening. The connection startled her. He never did this before, never ones did he lift a finger on her. He continue to pound on her and then he was kissing her. I thought maybe that's it, maybe their good already but then he started hitting her again. Why is he acting like this? Why is he being a monster? Doesn't he love her anymore?

I can still hear the cries of pain and the cracking sound of the continued hits as I stare wide eyed with my heart racing frantically on the dark room. I badly want someone to hold me, to say that I'll be safe and that he'll protect me from that man but I don't want anyone to see me in my most vulnerable state, not even my mom. Mom already has her own monster to fight, maybe even more worst than what I have. Yes we maybe fighting the same thing but I know her's is way horrendous than mine.

The door knob on my door turns and every nerve on my body stand on alert. Who could that be at this hour? I close my eyes a little leaving enough space so I can still see; It's my mother. When she turns to close the door quietly I quickly wipe the beads of sweat on my forehead to rid it from any trace of the horrifying nightmare that I had. I closed my eyes and pretend to sleep.

A weight press down the right side of my bed letting me know that she is sitting beside me. She trace the tip of my nose and caress my cheeks. I felt the absence of her hand but I know she's still beside me. Her shaky-heavy breaths bother me.

“It's crazy how much you two are a like. You bravery, your strength and your wit.” she muttered. I don't who is it that she's talking about and why she's here but her presence alone makes me feel a bit better; nightmare already forgotten.

She run her hands through my hair riding my body all of the tension. Whenever she does this it made me relax. I remember when I was a child instead of her reading me stories to put me to sleep this is what she'd do. It felt really really nice and I don't no but it's as if she's taking away every worry I have with every run her fingers does. I heard her sniff and sobbed. Wait, she's crying. Why is she crying?

“I'm sorry I hadn't been much of a mother too you. I'm sorry I am not around that much. I know that you're bearing something heavy inside, I'm sorry for that. I can tell that deep inside you're broken and what had happened cause that. I'm sorry if I can't ease the pain. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything.” she cried. I tried my best to hold back the tears.