In 2006,impreuna cu familia mea,traiam fericiti intr un conac din America New York.Sotia mea suferea de cancer pulmonar,si avea de suportat un tratament foarte groaznic.
In 2010,sotia mea a decedat.Fiul meu de atunci devenise foarte distantat de viata sociala.Asa ca,intr o seara m am decis sa discut cu el despre problema asta,la care el adauga ca in fiecare seara apare mama lui la geam zicand:Va rog sa nu ma uitati.El spunea ca ea avea un corp destul de distorsionat,si o fata plina de sange.
In Iulie 2011,la ora 00:46,am inceput sa investighez fiecare detaliu adaugat de fiul meu Thiago.Terminand investighatia,apare cineva la geamul din dormitor.Fiul meu,speriat ma striga.
-Tata,a venit mama
-Thiago,este imposibil,pune te la somn.
-Dar tata,uite-te la geam
M am uitat la geam,ce am vazut nu este de descris.Am incercat sa fac o poza,dar a disparut.
23 August,pe la ora 23:32,Thiago imi spune ca bate cineva la usa.Eu,am mers sa deschid,crezand ca este vecinul meu,care avea nevoie de ceva.Deschizand usa,descopar o silueta neagra,care imediat dispare,lasandu-mi un bilet.,,Thiago este bine,de cand am plecat,v ati cam distrat".
Am decis sa-l arunc,crezand ca este o farsa,dar fiul meu Thiago,imi spune repede ca cineva a batut in geam.Eu i am zis sa se linisteasca,si sa vina sa doarma cu mine in dormitor.
28 August,m am decis sa fac o deshumare,ca sa facem o sfintenie mormantului,dar cand am deschis sicriul,acolo era sotia mea care era neagra,plina de sange,si avea unghile rupte.
Am decis sa ne mutam din oras.
28 octombrie,era ora 13:30,si eu am mers sa l iau pe fiul meu de la gradinita cu masina.Cand ne am intors acasa,fiul meu imi spune:
-Mama,iar a aparut
Eu am decis sa nu ma mai gandesc la sotia mea,crezand ca este doar imaginatia noastra ce s a intamplat.
27 Iunie 2017,primesc un telefon dintr o tara straina,dar am decis sa nu raspund,asa ca persoana respectiva mi a trimis un mesaj vocal:
-Stiu ce sa fac.....
(By a real story)
3 years ago, my Step Dad adopted a son. His name was Hunter.
For 13 years of his life, Hunter was neglected and abused by his parents. Beaten and raped, Hunter knew nothing good of the world. His Father eventually became a socio-path and shot the Mother. But as he was about to kill Hunter, Police arrived. The Dad shot himself instead.
Hunter is now 16 and has been living in my family for 3 years.
It's an understatement to say that we don't get along. Hunter is just angry at the world. He drinks and smokes and swears and fights. He kicks me and punches me simply because he's scared. He pushes everyone away. He has flashbacks and nightmares and can't seem to take anymore.
Though I know he has reasons for being such an inconsiderate asshole, I still hate him.
Our family has now moved to Cyprus. We're only staying for a while, so we just got a small appartment. Bad part about that? It's got 2 rooms. Me and Hunter have to share.
At first I hate it. But then over the weeks, I begin to see how broken Hunter Storm really is. He's not just a dick, he's scared. And I'm slowly starting to comfort him through his troubles.
We're getting somewhere, but then the worst possible thing happens.
But strangley, it's bringing us closer.
He's sleeping in my bed, he's crying to me, he's holding my hand. I'm holding him at night, I'm wearing his hoodies, I'm smiling at his touch.
Before I even realize it, I'm in love.
{ Strong Language Throughout! Includes Physical/Sexual Abuse Scenes & Sex
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