Runaway Love.

Prolouge

                                                             

                                                                        Prolouge

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I was hiding in the closet, crying my eyes out while listening to the screams of my mother while my father was beating her with his gun. When I saw it, the first thing I did was run up the stairs. They're always arguing, but I've never seen it actually get physical. After hearing all the screams, cries, crashes, and bumps, I heard heavy footsteps coming toward the closet I was in. I pulled my knees closer to my body and just hid my face in my knees, dreading what would happen when the door was opened.

"Monet, get the hell out of here!" my father yelled, grabbing me by the collar, choking me. He knew he was choking me, for he did it purposely.

"W-where's mommy?" I asked, studdering half from crying, and half from fear that he'd do the same thing to me as he did to her. I was only 7 at this time, and although I was a straight A student, things like this still confused me, which they don't understand. He just sneered at me.

"Don't you ever ask me about her again!" he snapped. "Understand?" he asked. I actually had to think about it, because my mom was the one person that showed me love, while he always found a way to break me down again. My train of thought was broken when he pulled my collar harder.

"I don't have all day! Do you understand?" he snapped, causing me to flinch in surprise. When I still didn't answer, he carried me to the dining room where the incident happened. He took me to where my mother was laying on the floor, blood everywhere - splattered on the walls, a pool of blood on the floor that I could've probably drowned in at that time, but HER. She was completely nude, her light brown skin was pale, she had an open wound on her neck, and she looked like she was squirming. It was a traumatic sight that would cause you to cry on spot, even if you've never seen her in your life.

Looking at that made me go crazy. I started crying uncontrollably. I started kicking him, but I didn't realise my small 3'8 body wouldn't have anything on his 6'3. I felt him forcefully snatch me up by my ponytail, nearly pulling the whole thing up, so I could face him.

"Now, do you want to end up like her?" he asked, his eyes bloodshot, which scared the life out of me. I was crying too hard so I couldnt speak, so instead I shook my head as I wiped my nose with my hand, but his expression stayed hard.

"Then I suggest you loose the bad additude." he growled, carrying up the stairs, gripping my hair with his big rough hands. He threw me into my bedroom, with me luckily landing on the bed. My heart leaped with joy when I felt the soft comforting bed, but it sure didn't stop my crying.

"You stay up here, and don't come back down until I tell ya." My dad said, storming back down the stairs to finish the job. At such a young age, most kids may have had a heart attack and died, especially seeing so much at the same time, but my mom raised me well, to prepare me for something like that. But since that day, my life has never been the same...

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