"What's wrong?" I asked
"I'm so so sorry sweetie," she cried
"What is wrong mom?" I asked again then she hugged me tight then cried on my shoulders.
I put a hand on her back.
"A-Antonio," she stuttered, "he, he made me do something, I, I didn't want to."
"See, that's what happens when you don't listen to me." I said
She cried harder then I asked, "What did he do?"
"Everything. He became my suitor, my date, my boyfriend, my husband, and I disobeyed my own daughter because of him." She said
"Mom, you didn't disobeyed my, I was the one who disobeyed you." I corrected
"Sweetie, I am just oh so sorry to you." She said
"Now don't cry, Antonio might see you." I said
She wiped her tears away then released me from the hug.
"Just," she started, "don't tell to anyone what I told you."
I nodded.
We went out of the bathroom, a few minutes after our little pep talk. Though there's still something bothering me... Why is mom crying now if they've been married for months?
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At night, well, not night, at about 3:38 am, I walked to the silent halls, but what I noticed that, it wasn't silent at all. I heard some... thing, being slapped into... another thing. I tried to search for the source of the sound, and it turned out that it came from mom and Antonio's room. I sat down on the floor, by the door, and listened.
"No, please, no." Mon begged then I heard slapping again.
"What did I tell you about having communication with him?" Antonio asked angrily then a slapping sound, and a yell of agony was heard.
My heart started to beat faster. Another slapping sound and a yell, and another, and another. I stayed there until I could try to bear the sound. When I had enough, my eyes were flooding with tears and tears also stained my face. I ran to my room and shut the door closed. Could be really be... hurting mom?
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The following morning, I was at the breakfast table, with grandma, mom and Antonio, but they were quiet. I cleared my throat then got everyone's attention.
"What a great morning isn't it?" I asked with a grin
Nobody replied.
"Oh come on, the one time I'm gonna be nice." I said
Still, everyone kept quiet.
"Okay, I can't take this anymore." I said, "Mom, admit the truth, the whole truth."
I noticed that mom was biting her lip and her hands shook slightly.
"I, d-don't know what you're t-talking about." She stuttered
I groaned then said, "Antonio, do you have anything to share? Some happy stories? Some sad stories? Some violent stories?" Emphasizing the word 'violent'.
"I know nothing of that violent foolishness." He replied
"Ha! I said happy, sad and violent, but you only said violent!" I said after standing up
Mom looked at me with pleading eyes, telling me to not say anything. And Antonio's eyes showed guilt and nervousness.
"Well, it was the last thing you said." He replied, his voice shaking a bit
"You're guilty and I know it! Your eyes are showing guilt!" I said
"They're not!" He complained
"Oh please. Did you even learn psychology?" I asked
He just kept quiet and continued eating.
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When it was afternoon, I was home from school, I rushed to my room, opened my laptop and went to the internet. One problem though, it won't let me connect.
"Why is it saying no internet connection? I have a wi-fi connec-." I then noticed that there were no internet connections
I groaned then marched out of my room and to where people were.
"Okay, who cut the internet connection!?" I asked angrily
Everyone looked at me but no one replied.
"That would be... me."
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Thought we were meant to be
FanfictionIt had been ten years, ten and a half years to be exact. It had been ten years since I last saw him. It had been ten painful years. Now, I have a daughter, and she's nine years old... without a father. I have a clue about him alright, but him and my...
