His Possession

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HER

The TV's screen turned pitch black as I felt a hand wrap around my throats and I knew who had came home.

"Dad, I can explain-" I started but I thrown into the TV.

I screamed. The glass pierced my skin so hard it made me bleed. I fell on the floor and I cried.

Why did dad do this to me?

What did I do to deserve this?

"Why, dad?"

I could still hear him and that, in itself, was a personal hell. "Because you're a lousy slut like your mother! Both of you a useless!"

Tears stung my eyes as I felt him grip my short hair. Dad said I was less then a woman and shouldn't have long hair like a respectful woman.

"Stop. I promise I'll be good. Just... stop."

"No, you slu-"

Screaming, I shot from the bed.

Sweat decorated my whole body, to my forehead to my feet. Holy shitoki mushrooms.

I grabbed my pillow and smothered my screams of frustration into it.

It was so fire-trucking annoyed with these memory/dreams of mine. It was getting on my last fire-trucking nerve, her Christ's sakes.

It was like the ghost of da- him wouldn't stop haunting me. I just wish he would just go away for ever.

BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

I groaned and pressed speaker. "Hello, who is this?"

Please don't be mum, please don't be mu-

"Honey, it's mummy." Her bell-like voice grating on my all ready sensitive nerves.

I swore low and viciously as I got out of bed. "Yes, mum?" I found a pair of jeans and pulled them on, then grabbed my pair of boots.

"Well," mum cleared her throat. ", your step-father and I have decided to get a divorce again."

I rolled my eyes and put a brush through my long, dirty blonde hair. Like I haven't heard this four times in the past year. Seriously, decide if you actually want to stay devoice more then two months. "So?"

"Aren't you suppose to say everything's going to be okay, like you always do? Where's my sweet little girl?" She demanded.

I crossed my eyes. Mum was a self absorbed, man needing woman, who always looked for people to sympathise her. "Mum, to be honest, I don't care what you do with your life. Divorce him, date a random stranger, I really don't care as long as you stay out of my life."

I heard her gasp then then mutter beneath her breath, "I should have listened to my instincts, but I had hoped that you wouldn't end up like your father. But you're just like him. So uncaring and cold. What did I do wrong?"

Each word like a bullet of ice to my heart. One after another, each one sending me behind my walls.

Colder then the ice, I said, "Goodbye, mother." And I hugged up.