The Maynhard Twins

Eighteen

Okay, so here it is.

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"Mom...Mom..."
Young Gemma shook her mom's body, tried to wake her up.

"Mom, please wake up!" She sobbed hard, shook the stiff body harder.
But her mom didn't move. The only prove she was still alive was her sharp and short breath against Gemma's skin. Her face was so pale and her fingers that hold on to Gemma before were cold.
That woman was laying above her with her back filled with cut, bruises and blood.
A result for protecting her daughter.

Gemma tried one more time to call her mom but she didn't give any respond. Gemma whimpered, sadness suddenly filled her chest knowing her mother wouldn't breath normally ever again.
Her tears didn't want to stop, no matter how hard Gemma hold them. It kept flowing like the waterfall.

She gasped when she heard Arka screamed in pain. The man was hurting her brother.
She didn't know what to do. Her body felt so weak from crying.

Arka yelled again.
Gemma didn't know exactly what the man did but he surely didn't do something good.
Staring at her mother above her, Gemma knew she couldn't do anything for her.
"Mom...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry." Gemma mumbled between her tears.
Then with the strength she had left, Gemma pushed her mother away from her, tried to free herself from her weight.
Many times, she failed and it made her groaned in frustration. But Gemma didn't want to give up.
She had to see Arka. He's the only one Gemma had now.

Gemma made a loud groan, pushed her mom's body hard and finally she rolled to her side.
Gemma sobbed again hearing a thump when her mom's hand made a contact with the floor.
She's going to leave her.
Pushing herself up, Gemma walked to the door. She pulled it open, stumbled a bit since her sight was blurry.

Another scream.

"ARKA!!!!!"
Gemma shouted as loud as she could, calling her brother, hoped he would answer and Gemma knew he was fine.
But he didn't do it. Instead of answering her call, Arka shouted loudly through the door.
Gemma just about to go toward him when the man appeared.

"Try to be a hero, yes?" He asked sarcastically.

Gemma sobbed hard, she walked backward until her back touched the wall, feeling terrified.
"Dad...please...stop it! Please...."

The man snorted loudly. "'Dad'? Now you remember who am I, Gemma? Where were you before? RUNNING AWAY WITH YOUR MOTHER!!!"

"Dad, Please. Please stop this. We still can safe mom." Gemma begged.

Her father ignored her words. He grabbed Gemma by her hair and threw her on the ground hard.
She whimpered. The side of her face slammed the floor and it stung so badly.

Before Gemma could heal from the pain. He took her braid and pulled her up, ignored her yells and pleads. He threw her again and Gemma could feel another pain on her right forearm.
And he didn't stop.
She gasped when the man gripped her neck.
He pressed his palm against her skin and blocked her airway.
She started to scratch his hand, leaving marks but he hold his grip.
"Stop crying, Gemma! This is nothing than what I feel when you all leave me." The man hissed near her face, spread his horrible smell breath to her nose.
"Do you know how it feels when I came home and found three of you had gone? You all leave me. ME!!!!"

When he yelled the last word, Gemma had to receive another pain.
He pushed her hard and Gemma landed on her back.
She sobbed hard, rolled her body and placed her forehead on the floor.
Gemma wanted to give up. She couldn't take another hit anymore.
But she heard Arka yelled her name over and over again.
He must be heard her cries and she knew she must not lost in this.
If she died, her father definitely would kill Arka too.