Fatal Weaknesses

{1}-𝑅𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓏𝒶

Ｃａｍｉｌｌｅ

It's been 2 years since I have seen my mom. 2 years since I have heard her laugh, 2 years since her smile has lit up a room. Today, on October 2nd, I find myself standing in the last spot my mother's feet touched this earth. The smell of salt water and food wafts its way through the air, the chatter of the other people on the pier, the crash of the waves, and the beeping of the cars puts my heart at ease. I inhale deeply, the fresh smell of the sea in attempts to clear my head. I spent most of today attempting and failing to keep my sadness at bay. I only come here when I absolutely need to, it's a last resort for finding my peace.

This has become my safe place, somewhere where I can clear my head. Oddly enough, it feels like home. As insane as it sounds, it's the one place where I can find peace. I don't come here often, I know it's too important of a place to take for granted. But yes, home, it's the best way I can describe it. It is my mothers forever home and my temporary escape, and I find peace in that. I have never considered anywhere my home truly. Not until now, not until I escaped my father. It was his fault really, my moms suicide that is. I grew up in a house with a destructive father and a loving mother, the two polar opposites. My mother, being the sunshine in everyone's day, and my father, being the epitome of evil. I don't know who allowed them to get married, but I would love to hunt them down and kill them myself. My father was rarely around, and when he was he made sure to make my mothers and my life a living hell.

-Flashback-

I heard the door slam shut before I heard his shouts.

"Where's my goddamned wife!?" An angry voice boomed from below.

Even though I was hidden in the safety of my room, I still shook with fear. I heard soft footsteps exit the room next to mine. My door slowly creaked open to display my mother standing in the doorway, signaling with her hands for me to stay in my room. She shut my door and made her way down the steps to please the vile man she called her husband.

"Ah, there she is." My father said, in his usual drunken state.

"What a fine woman." One of his friends remarked.

"She's a good one fellas." Another one said.

A loud SMACK sounded along with a small yelp that earned a bellowing laughter from the men.

"Go find my daughter, elle doit être dans la maison quelque part (she must be in the house somewhere)." My father said to one of his friends.

"Non, non tu as promis de ne pas la toucher!(No, no you promised not to touch her!)" A frantic yell from my mom sounded.

"Yes well, it's not me that's touching her, it's him." My father said, laughing at his own remark.

As footsteps rang through the house, the sounds of my mother struggling followed its lead. In a moment of terror, I hid myself in my closet. As I hear the door creak open, I frantically search for a lock on the closet handle, only to realize there isn't one. Another wave of terror overtakes me, and I cover my mouth in attempts not to make a sound.

"sors salope (come out you bitch), let me see your pretty face." His disgusting words caused my terror to grow.

In attempts to see how close he was through a crack in the door, the floor under me makes a fear strickening CREAK. My eyes went wide with horror and shock, he found me.

"Ah, that's where you are silly girl." He cooed, ripping open the closet doors.

I screamed, only for them to get lost in his hands.