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Stella's POV
My necklace has gone, and I have no idea what to say to my mother later. I can't imagine how disappointed she would be if she notices it.
I let out a deep breath.
Every move and breath I do feel so heavy, as if they're tightening my chest in the most devastating way ever.
Have you ever felt so dead yet you're still alive?
That's exactly what I feel right now. I walk, but I don't feel like walking anymore. I still have my body, but my soul has been crushed until there's nothing left but my physic.
I feel like a dead soul in a living body.
For a thousand times today, I sigh.
I shouldn't have been born to this world. Because I know, nobody wants me. Nobody notices me. My existence. I'm such a failure. My dad left me one year ago to marry another women right on my sixteen birthday.
Suck I know, having to be left with my father on my birthday when I was supposed to be happy. But he never loves me like other fathers do. He's not a typical lovely father who loves his daughter I usually meet out there. He's so far away from that. He's beyond crazy for money because he thinks every problem could be solved with money. But I totally disagree with him.
There are obviously certain things that couldn't be solved with money. If money could literally make my whole family back, I would change my opinion about it.
But sometimes, we have to accept the reality and change what could still be changed instead of running away. We couldn't always be stuck in the past and not moving on, could we?
I reach my house twenty-five minutes later. The distance between my house and school isn't that close if you expect it to be. But it's not a really big deal to me. This sounds weird to some of you, but I honestly love walking because that's the perfect time where I have a long period of thinking about everything that always comes up and distracts my mind.
Just when I push the door open, I hear a familiar scream inside. Spontaneously, my feet have carried me to the place where the scream comes from, and I can feel my whole body frozen the moment I see what's actually happening.
In the kitchen, with things being scattered on the floor, I can clearly see my father gripping the strands of my mother's hair tightly.
"Stop!" I shout at my father, which totally stops him from gripping up my mother's hair. He turns around to look at me, and I'm immediately surprised by how scary his face is.
"W-what do you want?" I stutter in the most foolish manner I can do as tears start to roll down.
Seriously, I don't even know how much tears I've spent on today.
"I need money." He lands his brown eyes on mine as I realize how alike our eyes are. Somehow, I hate to admit the fact that he is literally my biological father. I hate to admit the fact that he shares the same DNA with me.
"What? We don't have money!" I yell. More teardrops have perfectly fallen down my cheeks, but I manage to wipe it away. There's no use to cry since I'm sure he'll be careless and heartless.
"Liar! I know your mom hides it!" He shouts back angrily, his eyes radiating fury in its scary way. I glance at my mother for a few seconds, and I immediately notice the wounds on her face and arms. In a matter of seconds, I can feel the sudden anger running down through my veins.
How dare he!
I walk towards him to pick my mother right when he quickly stops me with his free hand. Eacp tip of his lips tugs up into a wicked smile I mostly hate.
"Give me the money, and I'll give her to you." He smirks maliciously, his other hand are still wrapping up my mother's neck which makes her gasp for air.
I see my mother vaguely nodding at me, giving me a signal that I have to give the money as what he said. There's a gleam of hurt sparkling in her eyes.
"No! I won't give even just a piece of money to you!" This time, I yell at him angrily. I feel the need to defy him even if I know I shouldn't have done it because he's still my father after all, but I don't give a damn.
Surprisingly to me, he has taken out a folded blade from his pocket and put it on my mom's neck a little much too deeply. My mother gasps quietly in fear and that's enough for me to know it hurts her so much.
"That's fine. But it means I've to cut this whore again." he says rudely as he looks at my mother which seems to hold up the almost coming out another tears desperately and deepens the blade, causing the blood to flow out her neck slowly. For bloody sakes, he can possibly make her die!
"S-Stella, just give it." My mom mutters in pain.
Instead of giving him the money, I shout at him in exasperation, "Why the hell are you coming here? You have left us!"
"It's none of your goddamn business. Give me the money, or I'll cut this whore." He answers carelessly.
"Okay, I'm gonna give it to you. But first, please put the blade down. You can kill her." I plead weakly. There's literally no point debating with him because the more we debate, the more my mother's life will be on the edge of death.
He obeys my instruction and continues, "Fine. Stop talking now and just give me the money. If no, I won't just cut your mom."
My body freezes the moment the words are spilled out of his mouth. I know what he means by saying I won't just cut your mom.
I go to my mother's room thereafter, walking towards a bedside desk and opening up the drawer to take the money out of it. My mother has been working up so hard for this ever since she was still married with him, and I'm hesitant to ruin everything up by giving even a piece of it to him.
"Faster bitch!" He says harshly. I inhale deeply before turning around and walking towards him. I hand him the money hesitantly as he grabs it quickly.
"Here's your mother." He pushes my mom roughly onto the floor and leaves both of us like we're a piece of nothing.
"Mom!" I shriek. Tears begin to overwhelm my cheeks again when I see her passing out with scars and fresh blood on her neck.
"I'm sorry." I whisper.
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