"You maybe want to see your mother. Come here."
"C'mon, Gabrielle, Mommy's here."
"No," I cried once more when he began pulling me by his own hands. I am shouting while trying to pull it away from his hold but his grip is tighter and my tiny wrist is filled with blood already, flowing down to my arms and to my favorite dress.
"I said, no!"
"YOU MUST COME WITH ME, YOU w***e! YOU'RE A DEMON! A GIRL LIKE YOU SHOULD BE DEAD!"
"AHHHHHH!"
***
I curl myself on the couch for the nth time, covering both of my ears to prevent myself from hearing him yell. My arms are trembling so bad and the place turned out cold unlike the usual. I felt how my blood raise, making me immovable from my own space.
"Good thoughts, Brie. Good thoughts." I calmed myself in whisper.
I look on my left when I
