Chapter 8- The locket

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Ida's POV

I got up this morning with sharp pain and an uneasy feeling in my stomach. It was already past day time and time for lunch.

I got out of bed and streached my body to relax my muscles. The door of the closet croaked open and I took out some comfy clothes and Towel.

The washroom tiles were cold so I switched on the shower and sprayed some hot water on the ground.

After brushing I stepped into the bath tub and placed the shower on the holder, changed the settings and let the water fall on my back. The smooth layers of the soap rubbed against my body and the shampoo foam dripped off my scalp. The hot water eased my body and satisfaction took over.

When I was done I grabbed my towel and hung it around my back. The tiles had become slightly cold indicating the short coming December.

Slipping into my comfy clothes after thoroughly wiping my body someone made a loud noise clear enough for the person in the next room to hear.
Guess what it was?

My stomach.

I decided that I'd feed it and go back to bed.

I entered the kitchen, pulled the drawer open, took a bowl that looked big enough to hold enough milk.

"Damn"
The milks over.

"Good morning sweety" a familiar voice was heard just around the corner.

My mum had pulled out a packet of flakes from the cardboard box. And was pouring carton milk.

"Morning mum" a smile spread across my face looking at her helping me out just like always.

"It's already so late, what time did you get home?" She kept the bowl in the microwave and set it to thirty seconds. Setting aside the carton milk her eyes lingered on mine. Expecting an answer.

"I don't remember" I shuffled my eyes around the room, looking anywhere but in my mom's. I cannot let her know I was drinking.

"With boys too?"

I stayed silent at her question and she knew it.

"Ida, honey look at me" she pleaded.

When I made eye contact I found concern. I knew what was coming....

"You know your dad-"

"Don't!" I stopped her. 'Dad' my ass. Is that what a dad should be like? Is this what we deserve?

"Don't call him my dad!" I glared at my mom. She just stood. Frozen at my tone.
"Why do you let him hit you ha? Why do you let him threaten us? You know he wont even care for the slightest if he wanted to snap your neck off" I gulped, my throat was choking those words out.
That's what he had said when I threatened to call the police 'snap your mothers neck off'. I banged the fridge door shut trying to vent my anger off on it, but it was not enough.

I disgust him!

"He even owns a gun mom ! "

Her eyes widen in horror of what I just said.

I rubbed my fingers on my brows to ease the tension "I had seen it once, he was adoring it like a little pet"

I glanced back at my mom and regretted everything I had said.

Shit! Just shit!

I eased up and stood next to her. Hugging her...tight ...very very tight.

"Sorry mum" I kissed her from the side "so sorry"

She was crying.

Fuck off Ida!

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