Hell
351 Words
Life is cruel, it's my mom's free day, but I have to go to school.
I smiled at her, loving the soft yet heartwarming touch of hers.
"dear?" she said,
"Hmm," I replied. " It's been so long since I last saw you." She said, tears dancing in her eyes.
I exhaled, "Yes, mom. It's been almost a month." I spoke.
If only she knew how bad it was, a month of tears and helpless cries.
A month of sadness and nightmares.
" I am sorry, I was so busy at the hospital." She looked down ashamed to meet my eyes.
" It's okay, remember what my dad always tells you when you say that," I said, smiling at her.
" What matters is the number of lives that you saved," she said, tears streaming down her face.
"Yes, so don't worry about me, Mom," I said, squeezing her hand.
" If it's okay, why do you seem so sad then?" she replied, I closed my eyes holding back my tears.
" I just miss you that's all." I lied.
" I miss you way more, my dear." she grabbed my hand and pulled me into a hug.
OH, GOD!
We started sobbing into each other's arms, a mother and her daughter, both hiding unrevealed secrets.
" Now, you have one hour to get ready. I am driving you to school," she said, pulling back, wiping her tears.
" Mom, can I stay with you today?" I said, hoping she would say yes.
Wishing she would save me from another nightmare.
" Honey, I wish you can. But you have school. I promise I would make time to come home this weekend." I looked down at my hands defeated, knowing she always says that but ends up coming back after another month.
" Now get ready, and come to eat some breakfast, me and Ayman will be waiting for you." I flinched.
Uncle Ayman. The man mom considers as a hero when actually he is a zero.
The man that made my life a living hell.
My mom's husband, My stepfather.
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