Short Stories Collection (dhampirzgal)

Eavesdrop

Eavesdrop

I stood silently, hiding behind the creak of the door, my lips quivering ever so slightly. Cringing whenever I heard a curse word, I crept away slowly, hoping that I would not be found out for eavesdropping on their argument yet again.

Even from afar in the corridor, I could hear my mother's sobs echo off the walls that surrounded me. I felt alone, scared and vulnerable at the same time. Squatting down so that I could bury my face into my knees, I let all the hurt and anger pour out in the few tears that fell. A tear for the beatings that I got whenever I came home a minute late, another one for the slaps across my face for trying to defend myself, and yet another one for my protective mother who would always come to my defenses whenever the belt was drawn.

My heart panged once again as the image of my bruised and battered mother laying helplessly on the floor as I tried to stay unnoticed by my father came visually to the back of my eyelids. Fresh tears streamed their way down the contours of my face, converging at the bottom of my chin as I sobbed and sobbed repeatedly into the crook of my elbows.

What happened next did not come as a surprise and I scurried off to my room just in time to avoid my father’s discerning eyes that were full of hatred for the child that he had made my mother bear. My mother screamed for me to run, to get out of the house but it was all for nought.

Slamming the door behind me as hard as I could, I gave the lock a once over before deciding to just leave it as it was. It was no use having to pay for a new lock if he was going to break the lock down anyway.

Heading over to the furthest corner of my relatively small room, I forced my tiny frame to fit into my full cupboard of clothes, squeezing in between the shirts and pants that I had no time to iron without getting caught by my father and getting burnt by the iron purposefully, the burn marks forever leaving a physical and emotional scar on my being.

My father’s voice grew louder over my mother’s screams, even threatening to kill me if my mother would not shut her trap, as he put it. At that, my mother’s hysterical screams lowered down a notch into her usual sobbing and worry for my well being. My eyes were betraying me yet again as the tears continued to fall over the brims of my eyes, causing me to hiccup unconsciously. I put a hand over my mouth, hoping that it would eradicate any evidence of sound that had escaped from it only seconds earlier.

It was all to no avail.

The strand of light that fell over my face was a sign that I took very seriously and I cringed, winding my entire body into a small ball to prevent my father from hitting my face and stomach, the two hardest parts to cover up when I went to school the next day.

When the belt made contact with my skin, I didn’t react, just letting the tears do a job of its own, which enraged my father even further.

“I HAVE TOLD YOU TO STOP EAVESDROPPING, YOU BRAT. I TOLD YOU,” the belt made contact with my calves.

“AND TOLD YOU,” he whipped my thighs and I arched my back at the sheer pain of it.

“AND TOLD YOU,” the belt found its way to my left cheek. The numbness was spreading at a slower rate and I wished for it to speed up, to get me away from this madness of a family.

“OVER AND OVER AGAIN,” my father was using the belt to slash out at me without a thought, the slashes made across my legs, thighs and back not really making an impact on the pain that I was already feeling as the almost healed slashes from last time opened up once again. The numbness was finally catching up to my pleas, spreading throughout my body at a faster rate this time, blocking out my mother’s constant screams and sobs for my father to stop.

He never listened to her, not even now as my eyelids slowly drooped from consciousness, the whites of my eyeball rolling upward in my head.

He still never listened as I lay unconscious on the floor, bleeding out the last of my life, glad that everything was finally going to be over.

[A/N] Hey guys, thanks for reading; it kinda means a lot to me~ The stories that I write usually have this gory edge to it so if you're not comfortable with topics such as abuse, blood and gore then I suggest skipping those short stories in the other chapters. Of course, there will definitely be some light-hearted stories here and there but I can't promise a whole lot of them though ><

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