POV : Ashleigh
I woke up another time to the stupid, vain, worthless world.
My eyes were still closed.
Do I deserve to exist?
Yes.
Does love deserve to exist?
No.
My Dad is an A-grade, hollow shell of a human being.
And my mom a spineless puppy lovesick for him.
They "love each other".
Whenever I'm at home, their insecurities begin to build. Walls start breaking down.
The world sinks.
What my dad did the other night was so wrong. I could not begin to comprehend just how much.
His reason for inflicting pain?
Love.
My mother's reason for bearing pain?
Love.
It translated to over possessiveness and abuse just because my mom laughed at a joke with her colleague.
My dad is domineering. He wants his wife for himself. Is that wrong?
No.
Is it wrong that he resorts to abuse because of it?
Yes.
You must be wondering why I'm not resisting this shit? Why isn't she doing anything about this? To stop it?
I screamed at myself and hurled the same questions the first year this started.
And even then I knew, I could only stop my father in the instant I intervened, not forever.
Why he stopped yesterday when I lodged myself between them?
Love.
Love is the reason everything happens, isn't it?
My mother could not leave him, for she loves him too much.
He could not let her go because he loves her too much.
Haven't I told her to leave him? I've weeped and begged her so many times on my knees, the number just hurts to remember.
The answer to all this:
Love.
Its all about bloody love.
The only thing I can do about it?
Love my parents, when I know I'm incapable of resolving anything.
You can call me worthless.
You can say I'm the one without the spine.
You can say I'm the coward, escaping this hell by finding a friend's place to crash in every night.
But my only blame in all this?
I have the answer: Love.
I just don't have the question. After my line of thoughts ended I finally noticed my unfamiliar surroundings.
Something was wrong with my fluffy bed.
It was not the right degree of fluffiness.
And it smelled too good. I sniffed a bit. Hey, I've smelled this before.
I turned around and sniffed the pillow below me. I should kiss Sophia for this new laundry invention.
Fuck, I could eat this smell up. Another minute with that smell and I would have died in utter satisfaction.
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