Killer love

Their Past

Chloes past.

Oh, my beautiful Chloe. Time to go to bed my love I heard my mother's familiar voice say as she moved my hair out of my face. My mom dragged her hand down to cup her hand around my cheek, her thumb softly caresses my 5-year-old cheek.

Ok mama I yawn a cute yawn and rubs my tired eyes. I drifted to sleep hugging my white bunny laying towards the end of my bed.

I felt my mom's soft lips press against my forehead and she whispers Good night sweet dreams my Chloe I heard my mom's footsteps walk to the door and soon be shut. I listened to the faint sound of her footsteps till it disappeared in my slumber. Not too deep in my sleep I've woken up by yelling, hugging my plushie I walked out of my room towards the yelling. I see my mom and dad screaming at each other.

Mama...dada... I said slowly a little frightened. They both looked at me, my mother had such a pitiful face filled with worry and stress, tears were rolling down her eyes. My dad's face was furious.

She's still up that brat she's supposed to be in bed I flinched when I heard a loud smack, I witnessed my dad's hand hit my moms face. I was scared my eyes grew big and anger took over me and I threw my plushie at him and yelled at him

You don't touch my mom like that! I saw my dads cold as ice glared at me his eyes felt like it shot through my heart. I saw his hand fly up and swing down hitting me right across my face

Go to sleep you fucking brat my cheek stung like multiple cats scratches across my face. I felt wet warm tears stream down my face as I grabbed my plushies off the ground. I looked at my mom with my blurred watery vision I couldn't feel her pain, her suffering, his betrayal but the fact that she was suffering hurts me till this day. I walked to my room and cried myself to sleep. My poor little 5-year-old self. Every time I didn't listen he hits me, every time I cry he hits me. I grew numb to everything, I never cried, it was so hard for me to smile. When I became seven, two years of his pain my mom caught him cheating on her with a woman. My mom is so strong she brushed him off and divorced him so he could be happy with her. When I was younger I never knew her suffering, but I do now...the last time I saw my father he was with his step-daughter my age she had long blond curly hair with red ribbons in her hair.

Scotts past

At the age of 6 I was fast asleep my mother's arm...my real mother. I felt my mom move away from me and towards a rustling sound. I was still asleep till I woke up again when I noticed my mom wasn't there beside me. I walked out of my room with the lamp on that guided me to towards the kitchen. I saw that my mom was trembling with fear looking three people, she was not to far away from her. The people in front of her looked like a family, there were two taller people one of them had blond long hair so I assumed it was the mom and a dad, I then looked down and saw a little girl below them. I quickly hid in the closet with looking holes perfect for my eyes. I heard running coming from my dad running from the room to the kitchen in front of the closet. His hand was shaking when he saw the masked people. I saw him run back towards our room but in just a blink of my eye I loud defining sound filled the room and my dad dropped dead on the ground. I looked back at the doll-faced people the little one was holding the gun pointing at my dad. The family looked at my mom I saw her trying to speak but I didn't hear her. Tears started pouring down my face when I heard the same defining sound and my mom dropped dead on the ground. My tears flooded my eyes blurring my vision and making it harder for me to keep quiet. I saw the two big dolls faced people walked out. I couldn't hold anything in and I let out a loud sob and sank down to the bottom of the closet. It seemed like the little one heard me and started walking towards the closet already trembling in fear with my heart throbbing threw my chest. She opened the closet and saw me crying sobbing.

She looked fondly at me and said Shhh you will be spared she walked away and shut the closet door. I never forgot her voice. I never forgot my parent.