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Black... black...black..bl... IM SO SICK OF THIS! Its all i have seen for the past hour. It was like I was trapped inside my mind with no way out. I tried opening my eyes again and again but it never worked... black. A flash back hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Daddy where are you going!" My so called father shook me off him. He threw the alcohol bottle at the wall causing a loud crash to echo through the basement.
Mum came hurlling down the stairs and tried to drag my father out the room. He slapped her right across the face and kicked her hard in the stomach. Blood spurted out her mouth. " Michael stop. What are you doing!!" She tried to reason with him. But to no avail he stalked closer to me with another glass bottle. He lifted his hand and I heard a thud, but felt now pain... I opened my eyes and saw red. My mother was on the floor with blood dripping from her head bearly conscious. My fathers eyes when wide once he had relised what he had done.
That only lasted a second tho, he then wore a smug look. "You and the mistake can leave tonight, Jessica is coming round." Red... red... red. I had gone insane. I grabbed my pocket knife and slit his throat. I didnt even feel guilty. He had been abusive ever since I was 3. Can you imaging being beat for 8 years. I snapped. I turned around and helped with my mums wounds. From now on I was going to protect her and let nothing hurt her nor me.
My mother awoke half an hour later and I helped her hobble out the room. By the time Jessica 'dads favourite slut' got here and saw the body, we would be gone...
My eyes sprung open when I heard someone calling my name. "Omg celeb, wake the f**k up!" It was a lady in all white shaking me. She had her hair tied up in a small bun and blue gloves on. "Where am I?" She gave a small smile. "My house. My sons should be home in a bit." She spoke in a thick Italian accent that sounded oddly familiar...
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