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Chapter Fourteen: Ambrosia

Chapter Fourteen: Ambrosia

My mother dropped her phone in shock. I worried if it was broken but then my mother distracted me from my thoughts.

"W-why would you suddenly ask that after this many years?" She asked me, stuttering a bit and I could sense the slightest bit of fear in her voice. I frowned and looked at her, telling her that she already knows the answer.

I saw her visibly shake as she sat down and I followed the suit. She held her hands together and took in some deep breaths. Then she sighed and looked up to me, smiling sadly.

"It's about time you should know, huh."

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"It started after your father's, David Potter, accident. It was a terrible car crash that the doctors said damaged some of his brain cells. Afterwards, you're father had a hard time coping with feelings or how to express anything. He felt angry most of the time for unknown reasons and didn't know how to take it out. I guess he saw the best way to vent his anger out was to take it out on us."

"He beat the both of us badly but you, for some reason, got the worst of it. We had frequent hospital visits. You always had some broken bone or bad blood spills that made the doctors question what was really going on. Me, being the stupid woman I was at the time, didn't tell them what was really going up and made up a shit ton of excuses. The abuse went on for three years."

"One night, it got really bad. Your father had gotten drunk, which was normal for him, but instead of beating you with his normal leather belt..he used a broken wine bottle. You had so much cuts on you and you lost so much blood, I was terrified for your life. I finally gained couraged and took a nearby brick and smashed it on David's head. This caused him to knock out and I immediately called 911. We were sent to the hospital and you had surgery. You almost died that day."

"Your father was sent away to prison but you were never the same after that. In fact, you never remembered any of the abuse you went through. The doctors explained that you went through so much trauma that your brain purposely blocked out all the memories of your father. I was hoping I would never have to tell you about all of this but I guess today was the time you finally knew."

As soon as my mother was done speaking, I felt my mind doze off. I stared at the nearby bowl of ambrosia and wish I could just eat it all at the moment. The myth of ambrosia is that it heals the worst of injuries in a second flat. I was wondering if I could heal me too.

I felt my mother touch my face and I realized I was crying silent tears. As her cold hand came in contact with my face, I flinched and backed away. I got up and covered my face with my hands. All the memories of my father came flooding back to me. I remembered how cruel my father truly was and what the pain felt like to be beat with a leather belt countless of time. How it felt that my own mother wouldn't even stop the abuse.

"You did nothing to stop him." I said silently, my voice cold and eyes showing no sign of happiness or life even. They were just empty.

"You fucking did nothing as he beat me for motherfucking three years straight! You heard all the times I called out to you but you just stayed in your kitchen ignoring my screams of agony!" I yelled at her, glaring at her with all my might. Tears flowing down my face as I wished I never remembered my abuse.

My mother fell to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. I was sick of her and began walking to the front door.

"I was scared." My mother sobbed behind me and I turned around, eyes cold and the corners of my mouth curved downwards.

"I was too." I told her and with that I left the bakery.