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"Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact." - William James _____________________________________________
"You are worthless," Brian spat, grabbing a fistful of my hair, and dragging me down the stairs of our house.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, the familiar metallic taste of blood staining my once white teeth.
Brain laughed, waving his bottle of Jack Daniels around with his free hand. "You're sorry. You stupid bitch! This is all your fault. You. . and that brat you call a son." I whimpered, as Brian landed another blow to my face, repeatedly striking me down. I whined as he threw me to the hardwood floor, and made his trek upstairs."Come out, come out son. Come out and play Kyle. Don't be a little shit!" I gulped, fear racing through my veins, but the instinct to protect my son took over everything else. I bolted up the stairs, every limb screaming at me to stop. I watched in horror as Brian made his way into our son's room, laughing maniacally. I ground my teeth, jaw clenching as I watched the man. I wasn't going to let him take away my baby. Not after everyone else I ever loved was ripped from me as a child by lowly scum of the earth vampires. I growled, rushing at the man and tackling him to the ground, his bottle of Jack Daniels shattering against the wood floor. I landed a blow to his face, dazing him momentarily, and dashed into Kyle's bedroom, slamming the door shut.
I looked at my petrified three year old son, his ginger hair a replica of my own, eyes filled to the brim with unshed tears.
"Kyle, baby everything is alright. Mommy just needs you to go hide in the closet. Can you do that for me?" I kissed the crown of his head, as he nodded and shoved him into his closet, closing and locking it behind him. The pounding from the bedroom door caused me to nearly jump out of my skin.
Brian came rambling through the door looking around the room for Kyle.
"Where is he!" he spat, grabbing me by the neck and squeezing tightly.
"I don't know," I muttered, as my hands clawed at his meaty hand around my throat.
"Your Lying," he hissed, slamming me against the wall, my vision blurring as a sticky red liquid began to drip down the back of my head. I cried, jamming my fingers into his eye sockets, and he quickly released me. "You bitch!" Brian backhanded me across the face, proceeding to kick me in the ribs.
"Please stop!" I yelled, curling in on myself. He huffed down at me, getting close to my level.
"I will never stop. I will always find you, and I will always come for you. That's a fucking promise." Brian sneered at me, getting up and teetering over to the closet.
"Open it! Now!" he yelled.
"Never," I hissed, glowering at the man.
"Open the fucking door Oliva!" he hollered. I winced as his tone got louder, curling in on myself. When had I become this pathetic shell of a person I used to be? I hunted monsters since before I could walk. That was the family business, and now I can scarcely remember that girl. But I had to be strong. For Kyle.
