I watch as the figure leaves. I snap my head towards the door when my father walks in.
"Who was that you little bitch?!" He shouts.
I do not answer instead I cover my head with my arms, knowing what will happen whether I answer or not. The screaming continues as my already brutally beaten body, suffers more than it can take. I lose consciousness after the second hit.The Next Day
Just as he promised the figure returned again. I knew that when he knocked on the window. I held Xyon close to me as I gave the figure a painful smile.
"y-you returned?....."
The figure smiled at me before noticing the fresh wounds on my body.
"I did. Now, as you said yesterday. I want answers as to who hurt you."
I cradle Xyon closer to me, before nodding slowly.
"i-it was-...."
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!!! YOU!!! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"
My father storms in and yanks my hair then points to the figure in my window. The figure looks taken aback, but looks at me when I mouth the words 'run'. He grunts but obliges and runs. My father turned to me and with the frying pan in his hand, hit the nails in my hands. My first reaction was to protect Xyon. So, I cradled him into my body and shielded him. My father took this as an act of defiance and continued to hit me with the frying pan. After a while he left, Xyon was shaking underneath me, so I got up, and painfully leaned against the wall.
"did he get you?....." I ask weakly.
"N-No..." Xyon replied wiping the tears from his eyes.
"that's a relief." I say as I lose consciousness.The next day the figure returns.
"So it was him that's been hurting you?"
"yes...but please...don't say anything...they would take Xyon away, and h-he's all i have left...." I tear up.
"Xyon? That's the little boy you held yesterday right? What is he to you?" The figure asks.
"Ne Ne is my big sister!" Xyon smiles happily.
"Ne Ne? Is that short for something?"
"it's short for Journey, though he can't say my name so he just calls me Ne Ne."
The figure nods. "I see, well since you two both introduced yourselves it's only polite I do the same. The names Komedie Keizer."
"k-komedie?....t-that's a nice name..."
"So is Journey."
"What about me?" Xyon pouts playfully.
Komedie smiles at Xyon. "You have a cool name too Xyon."
We continue to talk for hours, the only reason I don't tell him to leave this time is because I can hear father snoring on the couch. Soon night falls and I lay Xyon down to sleep, looking at Komedie I smile.
"t-thank you..."
"For what?"
"xyon seemed generally happy talking to you."
"We're you happy talking to me?"
"yeah...i guess i was...."
I smile at Komedie before falling asleep.Little did I know that things would only get worse from then on.
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The Girl from The Window
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