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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter will mostly be in Third Person's pov anyway, I do not know what to say other than I hope you love this! There's a little angst in here so... Also, this is a filler for those who are wondering what was Mina's past like. I'll only put a few though, the rest will be written in the upcoming chapters.

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warning: violence, abuse

Chapter Twelve

Two-year-old Myoui Mina was sleeping on her bed when she heard a commotion. She rubbed her eyes, trying to blink away the drowsiness as she walks downstairs.

There, she saw her parents fighting, again. She frowns, trying not to intervene as she listens to their conversation.

It was pretty much pointless as she could not comprehend what her father says but her eyes starts to water when she saw her father hit her mother.

She closes her eyes and let out a whimper, the noises suddenly disappear so she opened her eyes only to find out they noticed her.

She looks at her father innocently, frowning when she did not saw him, his face turned into a demon-like, anger seeping through his face.

Her attention averted to her mother who had a purple spot on her face, messy hair, and tears in her eyes as she shakes her head, mouthing, "Stay away," in an attempt to get the little girl out trouble.

"Daddy, stop it!" She yelled in a stressed voice, seeing his daddy smashed a plastic chair on her mommy's way.

Her dad didn't listen though, he kept smashing the chair towards his wife's body until the stool finally breaks.

The little girl runs towards her mother, hugging her as she cries, "Mommy, please be okay, " her little hands touched her mommy's face, hugging her afterward.

She then looks up to see her dad ready to hit her instead so she prepared herself for the impact.

"NO!"

Mina yells, sitting up as she gasps for air. The nightmare-ish memory lingering in her mind as she grabs a handful of hair, tugging on it in frustration.

Letting out a sob, she touched her face, sighing out a breath of relief when she didn't feel pain.

She still remembers how her mother yelled, successfully protecting her little body from the object her biological father managed to find.

That one last hit had managed to take away her mommy, giving her countless nightmare as she watched the life slowly drains from her eyes.

Her father had left as soon as he hit her, unfortunately, his wrath didn't end there.

The brunette looks at the clock, 2:30 AM, groaning, she stands up, walking towards her bathroom to splash water on her face.

Mina keeps shaking her head, wanting to leave the disturbing thoughts and forget about what she had dreamed. She doesn't like to be vulnerable as it shows weakness.

Soon enough, she keeps gasping for air, remembering what her mom would say whenever she has these episodes.

She recites the quote from one of her favorite films to watch, "There are three things that cannot be long hidden. The sun. The moon. The truth."

She looks down at the water in her sink as soon as she calms down, zoning out.

After nearly ten years of her mother's death, sleepless nights, and enduring the pain, her father had found a woman along the way and married her.