Love or death

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I started feel home around Lyn. She was more kinder than before.Finally it was time for me to get out from the house for a reason other than school.

 I couldn't wait to tell her so at dinner I told her.I prepared for any freaking out from her,well I thought I did. "Mother I have a group project to do during this mid break. We planned to go to one of their houses. Can I go as well?".

"to whom's house are you going to?" she said calmly. There was no smile on her face but it didn't show anger either. "some guy called Tyler" I replied without thinking much, afterall it's just a guy's name.

In a mere second I took back what I said. Replying with those words switched on her dangerous side."so it's a guy" she sighed and looked at me with hurt tearful eyes."Yura, why do you still want to leave me? the outside world is a cruel place.haven't you already been hurt enough?" she kept on continuing her questions with a teary voice.she was clearly crying but why?

"why won't you love me? Yura hey please tell me!!!!!! what is it that I can't give a random guy can?" she cried with pain. I still couldn't understand her eyes always looked so bitter and sad but she is hurting me as well. WHY?????

She ran away crying to her bedroom. I took out the dishes and went back to my room. I was confused because I couldn't understand her. I went to sleep in deep thoughts.

I started to feel a kind of piercing pain around my neck. By reflex I woke up at once and screamed before I even opened my eyes but I couldn't let out a noise. Someone had gagged me.

I opened my eyes and saw a tall guy was infront of me.No, more accurately he was on top of me. I screamed from the top of my lungs for Lyn. I cried and cried for her.then suddenly I heard her giggle.it was terrifying, the woman who was depressed to the depths of her despair was actually laughing softly at the same night.

"You know Yura I finally understand why you wanted to leave me? I admit it was my mistake and now I'm correcting it. "she said and instructed him to remove the gag on my mouth. "what are you saying?" I asked in bewilderment, not having a clue about what she was talking about.

"I'm giving you love,dear" she said with a sly smirk. I was gagged again , not aloud to talk. Then the guy on top of me said in anger"bitch!!! you tricked me!!!!!! you didn't say she was your daughter!!!!!why the f" she cut in "shut up and compensate for what I paid" she demanded and left the room. 

I was left alone in my room with a stranger on top of me. I  laid there still surprised at what was happening at the time, feeling betrayed I just felt hopeless.No one will be there for me anymore, I thought as he preyed on me.

For three nights the same horror repeated and to make matters worse the healing scars started to open up because of the strain on my back. It hurts even worse than what he was doing and finally he stopped.He ran out of my room cussing at my so called mother "I don't sleep with the dead ******* woman " and ran away.

I was in so much pain.I cried begged her to help me , I even promised her that I will do whatever she wanted.That was it,the final straw.she gave me the death glare. It was the first time I knew that glares can kill people, barely I survived.I was helpless, left there to die.

It was my fifth night waiting for my death, assuming it was my last time I started humming my favourite song, a song from my once lively childhood. Suddenly I heard a horrifying scream for life and the sound of something heavy fall onto the ground. Straightaway I knew to whom that scream belong to ,it was Lyn.

Something was definitely wrong. Desperately I crawled out of my bed to see what was happening, I was so terrified that I forgot about my bloody back.I tried to go over to the door but I couldn't. I was losing my senses. Was I finally dying?

The last thing I remembered was a male voice say "sorry Sala". For some reason it was familiar but could make a face out of it. Then I felt the last thing I ever thought I would feel. A soft kiss on my lips.

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