Saved By Mr. L

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t. I was tired of it all. I needed to find solace or else I knew the bruises would be deeper th

aveyard. As it should be at 1:30 a.m. in the morning. It was a time of sleep for every being that crawled the earth. Mere m

red from it so he wasn't any less different from us. He took his grief way too far. We got over ours quickly but that didn't mean we didn

o regret!" I said to my mother as I watched her about t

d to be ruined with scars and bruises. Just le

of us. It was his shouting that woke us up from our sleep. We pro

l routine. His voice carried a hint of sadness in them and as he crouch

to console him but I knew this beast better than anyone else. He

nob, I kept on waving my head i

tered countless times, begging her to ret

m stay out there, mother! Don't do it, mom!"

grieve together? Why don't we console each other, together, as a family?" She said to me with a w

she ever l

t a famil

ot cons

myself up for what was about to happen next. And with the sp

him, he released strikes on her body with it, damaging her beautiful olive skin. I watched in horror as it took place. As s

You left me out there in the dark, waiting! What if I was attacked and kill

ry much satisfying

other from the hands of my father, unable to move. I watched on

something, Aurora! Please!" She begged profusely as I saw her body fill u

eyes pleaded for mercy as he yanked her by the hair, strands tangled in his bloodied hands. She sobb

in place, I saw my dad unleash his fury on my mom, his curses ec

her's screams, my father's curses, the sound of flesh meeting fists-it played out like a

was like floating in darkness, disconnected, watching the violence unfold in mu

ned sour. The news. The tears. The first strike. The shift from love to terro

d we be whole? Would my father have been a better man? Or was t

in my family now feels like a distant memory, faded and blurred by the years of pain and suffering t

lf anymore-a girl hidde

ke, replaced by screams and curses that echoed in my head. I was no

other began to lose conscious

happen again! I can't lo

! Leave her alone! You're hurting her! That's eno

e swing of his arm, he sent me crashing

wn my face. "You're going to kill her! St

uck something hard, the weapon he had used on my mother, lying on the floor. Pain shot through my skull. I placed

spun, my vision blurred, and my head throbbed. Still, I cou

I saw him stop, his chest heaving as he turned toward me. A look of satisfaction on his face. He pi

now," he growled,

looming over me. I knew deep down, even as I faded into blackness, th