Kill me with your Love ♂x♂ [Vampire || Highschool Romance II Mpreg] (Onhold)

Chapter [2] : The Lost Angel

[ Six Years Ago ]

It was a beautiful morning of spring. The cherry blossoms were already blooming.

School had never been a place where I wanted to be, if it wasn't for those cherry trees and the trees I had planted in my school's garden.

Home wasn't a place I wanted to be either.

The night before that day, dad had come back home drunk and beat my mother to the shit, like he usually did. He called her names and yelled at her.

She wasn't crying at all, just groaning...

I think she was already used to it... Getting beaten up by my father, that is.

This had been happening since I was little. I don't remember when it was the last time, I saw them smiling.

Dad used to work at a construction site. He had an accident during work and lost his job.

I don't know what actually happened to him at that time but he lost his left arm, after the accident.

Dad lost the case and didn't get compensation. Somehow they proved that it was my dad's fault as he was drunk at work and got into the accident.

He couldn't find a new job either. No one wanted to hire a handicapped man. So mom had to start working outside.

She had to work her butts off to support the three of us. I helped her with the cooking and cleaning as much as I could.

Dad eventually gave up looking for jobs and indulged himself into alcohol and gambling. Every time, he'd loose and take away every single money, mom had saved up.

Dad would beat her when she refused to give him the money, when she didn't cook something according to his taste, he found his clothes not been taken to the laundry or simply just to vent his frustration, after loosing all the money, gambling.

I was supposed to have a little brother but dad killed it by beating mom to the pulp, when it was in my mother's womb.

She covered it up by telling everyone, that she fell from the stairs.

She was trying her best to cover up her face. Dad didn't like scars on her face.

"Then don't do anything that will leave a mark on my body", when dad would be sober, the next morning, mom would say that frowning, with eyes red like rabbits.

She did cry and scream when my dad pulled her hair and dragged her to his bedroom. "Please don't do this, please! I don't want it like this. Not when you're drunk! Pleeeaase!!"

He locked the door after that. Mom was still crying and begging him to let her go. After awhile, it turned into a weird sound.

I'd just stay in my bedroom, covering up my ears with my pillow.

My dad would never beat me, as I never tried to save my mother. I was a coward. I used to stay in the corner and tremble. He would sometimes, throw stuffs in the house, here and there, when he came home drunk.

I cut my temple, once, by getting hit with a flower vase. Mom didn't seem to care. She just looked at me, a little and looked away. She was skinny like me and looked like a zombie with no emotion.

I had to wash the blood and put on a bandage, all by myself.

Every night dad would drag mom into his bedroom and later at night, he would throw her out of his bedroom with her hair messy and her clothes torn.

She would keep sitting on the floor in front of my dad's bedroom, sobbing for awhile.

After that she'd silently leave and go to her small bedroom, next to mine, without sparing me a glance.