Meeting the world

Chapter 9

Maya's pov

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Why was everyone so nosy? Couldn't they leave me alone?

I didn't know where I was, I just kept walking. I didn't care where I was going as long as it wasn't home. I was too scared to go there. I couldn't.

I wiped away my tears. It was almost 8 o'clock. Not that my parents would notice if I came home late. My father was to busy getting drunk and my mother was too frightened to do anything about it.

Sometimes at night, I would hear my mother's screams and I knew my father was hitting her again. Hitting my mother. And I couldn't do anything about it. I had tried once, to help my mother. I told my dad to stop, but he didn't.

The images flashed in my mind like a slideshow, one by one, replaying in my head. The beer bottles, the screams, the bruises. The shattering glass. The broken furniture. I saw his hand coming down on me striking me in the face. My mom screaming telling him to stop.

I closed my eyes and clenched my fists, trying to squeeze the memories out of my skull.

No one understood. I can't tell anyone. If he finds out I even mentioned it, he told me he would hurt my mother. And then he'd hurt me.