TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse
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"Dictates are futile, and mutual accusations are nothing but useless word games."
-Ehud Olmert
EVERYTHING was spotted red. I couldn't see my hands in front of me, nor could I see the barrel of the gun pointed right at me, trained on my forehead.
"Devyn!" I heard someone yell. In my state, I couldn't see who, but the voice sparked a fire of recognition within me. It warmed my soul. It belonged to the boy who saved my life, to the boy who saw me for who I really was. To the boy who saw me as strong, not weak, and who helped me see myself the same way. Who saw me as damaged, not completely and utterly broken. Who saw the bruises no one else noticed and didn't give up on me.
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"Useless piece of shit."
As calmly as I could, I took a hand and wiped the spit off my face while trying not to gag. "I'm sorry, Father."
The name sent bile shooting up my throat, but I pushed it down. Throwing up would definitely not help me, but it had been a long time since I had seen my true father. The man standing before me with a belt in his hand was not my dad.
"Mother," I turned to the woman behind him, tears blurring my vision. "Please."
"You did it to yourself, Devyn. Maybe this time you'll learn your lesson."
Why they made us play this game, pretending they were someone they weren't, I had no idea, but it made it all hurt more.
"Please." It came out as a weak attempt at a whisper, but even if my voice was stronger and louder, it wouldn't have mattered.
That belt would've come down anyway.
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