This is a story about a 16 year old girl who goes through life facing her darkest fear...... her father who been very abusive to her and her mom from the very beginning.
I couldn't believe what I saw. "How could my mom do this? She couldn't just forgive him that easily," I thought. I walked toward the living room until I was in the middle of the doorway.
"Mom... what are you doing?" I asked.
"Oh, you scared me, Maya," she said while removing my dad's arm off around her shoulder.
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BETRAL (Chapter 9)
"Mom, WHAT are you doing?" I asked again.
"Uhh, sweetie. I can explain."
"How could you!" I ran back up to my room.
"Sweetie, wait!" my mom yelled.
"No, just leave her be. She'll come through," my dad said while holding on to my mother's shoulder, so she wouldn't run after me. I thought, "Why was she with him? Why is he still in our house? Is she really okay with him coming back into our lives." Tears kept trickling down my face. I didn't want to cry. I was just trying to make sense of what just happened, but I just couldn't believe that my mom would do this to me. I tried to calm down. Rethink my thoughts and wipe the tears that kept running down my face. I finally came to my senses and walked down the stairs slowly. I heard whispers, but they'd stop before I stepped on the last step. My mom and dad had a surprised look on their faces when I came back into the living room.
"Mom, did you already forgiven him?" I asked.
"Yes, I did. Look, I'm sorry if I hurt your feel-"
"NO! Don't say that( look on chapter 2 to find out why). I thought you were on my side, mom, not his. He's the one who's been abusing us our whole lives. He didn't even go to Sarah's funeral, how do you know that we can trust him-" "Slap."
"Don't you dare say that. And stop being so dramatic all the damn time, he didn't hurt us that much!"
"How could you say that," I said before I continued to cry. I just stood there and cried. "Hmm, I guess love is truly blind."
I stayed in my room for three days. I didn't care about school anymore. I was too focused on what was happening right in front of me. Farah called me many times, but I didn't answer. I sat on my bed, leaning my back against the wall while reading a book. I needed to clear my mind. Then I thought about Michael, he never did call me ever since our birthday, so I picked up my phone and dialed his number.
"Hello?"
"Hey. Its Maya." I answered.
"Oh, hey. Did you need something?" Michael asked.
"No, I just wanted to see what you've been up to. I haven't talked to you for a while."
"Oh, I've been working on a project." "Me and the guys are going to make a short-film," Michael explained.
"Can I be in it?" I asked.
"Maybe, I'll see what I can do." "Well, I got to go. I'll talk to you late-"
"Wait! Can I talk to you for a bit longer?" I asked.
