Stories of Love

Finally Free

At first she thought she would always be alone.

Because, well, that was what she was used to, what with growing up around a useless drunkard she called her father and a workaholic of a mother who always put her attentions somewhere else where she was nonexistent. Seeing her dad passed out all around the house was nothing she was surprised of. And her mom was never really there to actually witness it.

Not that she minded.

She was already used to it.

Reading a note left by her mother early in the morning every few days a week, written in a hurry with words like, "Sent the money this month. Check it."

No, "Love, Mom," no "sweetheart," no nothing.

She was no one's sweetheart anyway. Not even her parents'.

And she had to hide it before her dad noticed because if he did, she wouldn't have had any money left for her to just eat for a day. He would've robbed that money all out, saying, "You give me that money now," venomously, right in front of her face with the bat ready to smash her brain off her skull.

At first she tried to fight back, but two visits to the emergency unit later she finally learned her lesson.

That there was no love for her left to make her dad hesitate. Like that cliche thing that make you not able to hurt someone because you love, or care, for them.

No, well, he was more than thrilled to send the second blow, and the third blow, and the fourth, to her head over and over again.

There was one time she thought she wouldn't survive it and she was praying so hard begging not to be placed in hell if she was really going to die.

But, thankfully, she wasn't. Or not so thankful, but yes she did feel grateful for the second chance in life.

Now, well, she was nineteen. And alive.

That much was good enough for her. She still didn't know how the hell she would survive this real world, but that was a problem she was yet to solve.

One thing screaming in her head over and over again is:

She was finally free. Out of this hellhole where there was no love for her.

But, well, she was still alone.

That's okay, though, because that's what she was used to anyway.

That was so dark. :( hope you enjoy thought, not every love make you all fluttery and fluffy (?)