MALAYINA
May 14th 2018
Through teary eyes, and a blurry vision. I watch Amar dive to the floor. The bullet penetrates the wall, leaving a perfectly circular hole in its wake.
I sigh with relief and wipe the tears from my eyes. Breathing heavily, I turn to face my father. The Hulk has a belt wrapped around his neck through the opened large window. A deep red shadow starts to creep up his face as he struggles to breathe. With the gun still in his possession, he points it at me. I yelp, scrabbling backwards, shaking my head as I stare into his hateful eyes.
The Hulk yanks on the belt harder, my fathers head jerks back and he drops the gun, scratching at his neck. Amar storms past me, he snarls, punching my abuser four times in the face as he yells at him in his native tongue.
