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"She told me why you broke up with her" my mother continued.

And I wanted to feel angry.

Angry at Rosé.

But right now I couldn't feel anything except fear.

Bloodcurdling fear.

Heart-stopping fear.

Gut-wrenching fear.

I could die.

I could physically die.

What if my father beats me and doesn't stop?

What if I lose too much blood and then pass out?

What if he strangles me again but doesn't hear my cries for air?

What if he's too clouded by anger that he doesn't care?

Does he already know?

Is this it?

Is this my last car ride?

Are these my last words?

Tears.

Hot tears.

Hot salty tears.

They began streaming down my face.

They wouldn't stop.

They only intensified to sobs.

Choked sobs.

The ones that left you hiccuping for air.

"I'm gonna have to tell your father." My mother added.

She was unfazed.

By my crying.

She used to comfort me when I cried.

Now she doesn't even care.

That only made me cry harder.

That only made me beg.

Beg for her not to tell my father.

Beg for her to forget she knew anything.

But, you know what she said?

๑ "I have to." ๑