SILENT DEATHS

THE HORRER MEMORY

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It was like I was looking at the devil himself. My body was still like I couldn't move at all.

"There you are," he said, he grab my arm and yanked me out with force. With my small body didn't have the strength to fight back.

He dragged me down to the living room where all his friends where and set me down like I was a piece of paper.

"See, it's just our daughter," my dad said with a smile. I could feel their eyes where like daggers piercing my skin. I couldn't look up due to the fear that run through my blood.

"Look at me little girl," a deep voice spoke. I did as he commanded me to, without a second thought like my body knew to obey the strange voice.

The man who had a dominant era around him looked deeply at me. I could see the kid was with him due to him standing to to him. They both looked at me for more than a second, trying to study me. I let my eyes wonder around the room trying not to lock eyes with them.

"She's a beauty," he said while rubbing his chin. Disgust immediately run through me

"I like for her to one day be mine," the little boy spoke, like he was commanding his father. the tone of his voice can make one believe that he was in charge and the man next to him was just a body guard.

But then it hit me, he was talking about me like I was some item on display. I wanted to speak out but I couldn't, my hands began to shiver and teeth started to shatter. 'Was I being auctioned off, no my dad wont let that happen.'

"Come on, little brother, they're prettier people than this, I mean look at the..." before he could finish his words. With a swift move the kid punched him in the gut. Shock spread across the room as he fell down in pain, trying to gasp for air while holding his stomach.

The silence become too apparent that I was expecting the father to give a lashing scold to his younger child, but he said nothing. Instead he looked at the younger one with so much pride, that a small smirk crossed his face. from the scene I could already tell who was not the favorite and who was.

"Whatever my son wants he gets, but at the right time,," his father spoke looking at his son before passing a small glance at his oldest child. His expression was as cold as how my father looked at me, that I felt pity for him.

"Why bother yourself" I heard my mother rush in trying to reach after the man, but my father held her by the arm, stopping her just in time.

"We are leaving," he said, as he stood up from the chair. One of the guards helped the older brother up and dragged him to the car.

"Please do take care of your daughter, she's seems to be quiet the eye catcher" the man said. I could fell the jealousy from my mother, she was about to protest but the man spoke again.

"It seems we have finally found out where all your beauty went to," the man said with a grin on his face and laughed at his statement. I could feel the rage that came out from my mother. I know for sure she will not forgive me for this insult.

He turned to leave, but his son stood for some seconds still staring at me. its like he has no emotions for someone his age, "Take care of her" he said before he turned to leave. My father followed them out and which means I was left with my mother.

I slowly turned to look at her but I was to met with eyes that could kill me, "You pig, you're the reason I am like this" she said while giving me a couple of slaps.

I fell to the ground trying to block each hit but failed to, they kept coming at a fast rate. After she was done hitting me, she dragged me to the kitchen and pulled out a knife from the drawer. When I saw it terror filled my eyes as I began to scream and cry trying to run away from her grip, begging her.

"Hold still" she said, "Let me make you more beautiful". As the knife drew nearer I continued to fight off and try to push her, due to the movement I was making the knife sliced my lower chin. I could feel the pain of the cut but my mother looked unsatisfied, I begin to scream again when she brought the knife again to my face.

Knowing I was powerless I just closed my eye waiting for the next painful strike form the knife, but before she was about to cut me again she was kicked on the face by my father. She tumbled backwards due to the impact of the kick and landed on the floor.

"What are you doing, didn't you hear the boss's son wants her" he said, "You want to get me killed"

My mom laid on the floor crying, "it's her fault am ugly, I will make her ugly as well and then he will want me instead" she said holding her bleeding noise.

"You slut" my father held her by the neck and gave two more punches to the stomach, he throw on the counter holding her behind her head. He started to bang her head against the counter, I could hear every sound of it.

I stood up not wanting to see this and run to outside while crying with blood on my face, running until my legs can't run anymore. Before a neighbor stopped me, she held me tight in order for me not to try and run again and forced me to look at.

"Don't worry little one, look at you what happened" she asked with a concerned tone.

I didn't respond and just looked at her, she started to wipe my face before she lead me into her house.

I sat at the kitchen quietly before another man entered, he looked concerned and confused when he saw me.

"What happened to her" he asked before examining me, I came closer at looked at me before his eyes widened like he recognized me.

"I don't know, I just saw her crying with blood on her face. I want to clean her up and call the police" she said as she prepared the water and put a cloth on my wound.

He looked at me for sometime before realization crossed his face.

"Don't do that, this is Mr. Willow smith's daughter" he said staring at the woman with panic.

"And why not" she asked as she took the phone from the counter.

"Look mom, his from the rival group the shadowban. If you call the police it will be sign of war between us, and Donta wouldn't like that" he said getting the phone from her hands.

"With all you gang members running around I wouldn't be surprised if we all end up died" she said with an angry tone.

"Look mom just stay out of this" he said getting his bag from the counter.

"Well am not going to let this girl bleed to death" she yelled at him as she came closer to me, "let me get you all cleaned up and give you something to eat would you like that" she said with a smile.

I nodded my head, while the young man grabbed his looked defeated and retreated to his room, "Don't break my door john" she yelled

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**ELEANOR'S POV**

My thoughts were interrupted by my sister waking up. She stretched her body and let out a little yawn. Even though she's fourteen now, she's still my little baby sister.

"Morning, Lily," I said with a smile, helping her up.

She looked annoyed at first, but then smiled. "You know I was having a wonderful dream," she said, leaning into my lap.

"Oh really? What was the dream about?" I asked, gently stroking her hair.

"We left this place and stayed in a big house, just the two of us, and there was plenty of food," she said, her face beaming with joy.

I smiled at her, knowing that one day, I would do everything in my power to make that dream come true. We would escape this life, and it would be just the two of us, safe and happy.

"Come now, enough dreaming. It's time to prepare for school," I said, standing up and pulling her up as well.

"Why must I go?" she protested, going back down on the bed rolling back into the bed covers.

"Would you like to stay with Mom and Dad? And you know today is Friday, we all know how they get on such days," I replied with a smirk, knowing that our parents often had wild parties on Fridays.

My sister reluctantly joined me and got the bucket of hot water, taking it to the bathroom downstairs, being careful not to make any noise and wake up our parents. We had decided to sleep in the attic as it was much safer there, away from Mom's friends and Dad's erratic behavior.

I waited for her to get ready while I prepared myself as well. We both ate our breakfast in silence before deciding to sneak out quietly. We both knew our mother would be passed out on the couch, drunk as hell, and our father must have left by now, doing his shady business.

As we quietly walked down the stairs and passed the living room, we were almost at the door when we heard our mother's voice.

"Would you look here?" she slurred, looking all dizzy from her drinking spree. "If it isn't the two people I hate."

She tried to get up but stumbled backward, falling back onto the couch. "You two are the cause of my pain. Why was I cursed with you people?" she mumbled, closing her eyes.

It wasn't any different; she always said these things. Even though we hated hearing them, we had gotten used to it. My sister opened the door and grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the house.

"Where are you going? You better come back here!" our mother shouted, but my sister closed the door before she could say anything more not wanting to hear anything more.

We both walked in silence, and even though I tried to protect my sister, I couldn't shield her from the hurtful words our mother threw at us. I grabbed my sister's hand and interlocked it with mine. She gave me a squeeze, and I knew she felt a little better knowing I was there for her.

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(Psychology room)

ELEANOR'S POV

The atmosphere of the space was calm and comforting yet unsettling, like being enclosed in a cocoon. The forensic psychologist, Mrs. Natasha, jotted down some ideas on a piece of paper while my confessions weighed heavily on her mind.

My eyes scanned the area, taking in the small details like the framed diplomas on the wall and the serene landscape painting meant to calm agitated brains. My attention quickly drifted back to Mrs. Natasha's kind stare, which had the promise of compassion and understanding.

"It was hard," the words escaped my lips like a whisper in the chamber, carrying with them the weight of years of pain and confusion. I locked eyes with Mrs. Natasha, her presence a lifeline in this sea of my emotions. She leaned forward, her posture a testament to her intent to truly hear me out.

The pain of the recollections clashed with the tenacity of my resolve as I proceeded, a fragile smile tugging at my lips.

"But there were also nice times", I said, my voice trembling a little.

"The majority of the time was spent with my sister. It seems as though being with her has the ability to make everything a little more tolerable and provide the impression that everything might still turn out okay".

Mrs. Natasha's expression softened, her gaze showed a sense of empathy that I had never encountered before during this difficult time.

"You're incredibly brave for opening up like this," she acknowledged, her words enveloping me like a reassuring embrace. "Sharing your experiences takes immense strength."

The offer of a break hung in the air like a lifeline, a chance for me to retreat from the heaviness of my own narrative. I considered it for a moment, as my emotions wrestled with my desire to push forward. With a determined breath, I reached for the glass of water on the table, my fingers brushing against its cool surface.

Drawing courage from the simple act, I brought the glass to my lips and took a measured sip. The water seemed to melt away the knot of apprehension in my chest, a silent reassurance that I wasn't alone in this room, in this story. Mrs. Natasha's patient eyes watched me, understanding the difficult crossroads before me.

My voice filled with a renewed resolve, "We can go on."