K.I.S.S (Futanari) •

Hatred

Twelve Years Ago

Hartley's P.O.V

"Cash please" I heard my sweet mothers soothing voice say to him. I heard a growl of anger laced with frustration. I gulped down the fear that has always slithered up at the back of my throat whenever he'd talk.

"I have stayed quiet so long, but I have had enough!" he yelled in his monstrously voice. I shivered and cowered back more into the corner of the closet I was hiding in. Mama told me to always hide in the closet or the attic whenever I would hear them argue.

"She's our daugh--"

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up! She's not my daughter. No. She's an abomination" he seethed causing me to squeeze my eyes shut as it burned with tears. I knew he never liked me. He hated me. While I was in my thoughts of hatred, I heard a slap and before I could register what had happened, I heard my mother's cry.

Not thinking about the possibilities that I might end up dead if I ran out and stopped him from hurting my ma anymore, I burst through the closed closet doors and ran towards the direction I knew all to well. They always fought in the living room.

When I ran into the living room, I saw a sight I never wanted to see. Him standing over her like a big monster on the quest to kill his prey. A massive bruise adorned my mothers right cheek, it was beginning to turn a dark purple. I clenched my tiny fists as I diverted my eyes away from my poor mother and towards the monster.

I took in all my anger and raised my voice at him, "You stay away from my ma! Leave!" I yelled and my legs took towards his direction. His dirty gunky green eyes looked at me and he sent me a sinister smile. I heard my mothers scream for him to stop but he wouldn't, he charged towards me and grabbed me by---

"Stop!" I yelled out coarsely and angrily. I could feel large amounts of sweat sliding down my back and down my forehead. Harsh breaths escaped me. I rubbed at my eyes and opened them to see a pitch black room. Just like I left it when I went to sleep. I raised my palm and laid it over my heaving chest feeling my heart beating rapidly under my palm.

"It was just a dream" I breathed out tiredly. Rubbing my neck, I sigh when I feel sweat under my now growing short hair. Fully sitting up in bed, I laid against the headboard and stared up towards the ceiling. What did that dream mean? I've had dreams similar to this one but never so--raw, I thought. It was like my self conscious was trying to tell me s--

"Hartley?" A soft soothing croaky voice whispered and I opened my eyes and looked towards my now slightly cracked door. I immediately knew who it is so I quickly pulled my shirt over my sports bra and got out of bed. I walked towards her direction. "Ma, what are you doing out of bed?" I asked softly as I opened my door wider for her, then helping her as she made the indication to walk further into my room.

"I--I heard you yell babygirl" she whispers coarsely as she made her way to my bed. I sighed as I watched her, and as always my heart pounded against my chest in a distraught way, knowing the dreadful thought that it's only a matter of time. I rubbed at my throat feeling it beginning to close off.

I took a deep breath as I walked over to her and sat beside her. I looked at her aging features, still beautiful though. My mother will always be beautiful. I smiled slightly and cleared my throat, "Yeah uh--it was an uh excited yell?" I decided to not tell her about the dream. Thinking she'd believe that lie, I immediately felt stupid because not a second later she let out a course laugh. I looked at her and watched as she looked at me with her motherly blue eyes.

"Was is about him?" she whispered sincerely and I took a deep breath, feeling the punch in the throat feeling whenever I have the urge the let the waterfalls go. I didn't say anything else but put my face in my hands as I took deep breaths. A second later I felt her hand rub up and down my back in her motherly way.