Aretta & Secrets

Angry Mom

Back to the present.

Mama grabbed the pot and took it to the dinner table, she just put the item down and walked back to me. I slightly hissed because of the blister wound I got earlier, it felt like the pain was getting stronger. Mama screamed in silence and as I looked up my face a fist hit my left cheek. My slow reaction made me unable to dodge the blow, so I was pushed back when the punch actually hit my cheek.

Though I thought if Mama was drunk she wouldn't hit me much, but it turns out my guess was wrong. I'll get a lot of punch when Mama gets drunk.

And without giving her time to prepare, Mama kicked me back on the knee, which knocked me to the floor. When I really felt the pain, Mama again gave me a long shot all over my body. At first I struggled to withstand all the attacks, but it did not help at all and eventually I just waited until the attack from Mama stopped by itself.

After the many kicks she gave me, including to my shoulders and stomach, Mama slowly started to stop. Seeing me who wasn't trying to resist his attacks made his fun go away.

"Behold if you dare to tell Gio," that was the sentence I remembered before he returned to the dinner table. I'm still curled up there until Mama finishes her meal. I was not strong enough to stand up and had to get used to it first in order to stand up and leave.

When I heard the sound of the door slamming, I quickly heaved a sigh of relief and rolled on my back. The pain spread all over my body as I breathed, and my left cheek hurt a lot. I immediately rushed to look for a mirror to see how severe the attack from mama was this time. But I couldn't see clearly because the fall of my temple hit the corner of the table that made my forehead bleed until the blood blurred my vision. My blood also littered the floor.

I pulled the long cloth I used to wipe the dishes and wrapped it around my waist before I stood up and looked around the kitchen. On the floor there were already patches of my blood, some dishes were also broken and the shard was scattered. Not wanting to get a tantrum tomorrow morning, I immediately cleaned the floor. Sweep the shards and wipe all my blood. I did it very slowly. Although I still could endure the pain, I honestly really enjoyed the pain that tormented my body. It made me realize that I was alive.

I went back to cleaning my blood and wiping away the charred remains on the stove and in the pot. When the kitchen was clean, I limped out of the place and walked up the stairs to the bathroom. I turned on the light, the white light illuminated the bathroom. The cloth wrapped around my waist was already out of shape. It has changed because it absorbed all my blood.

I went straight out of the bathroom after running my body with water so that the remnants of his blood disappeared perfectly. The clothes I was wearing earlier ended up in the trash because they were already beyond saving. My blood is too much and it would definitely be difficult to put those clothes back on after what I received when I wore those clothes. I looked for the medicine box in my room that was always available. I treated all the wounds on my body and while looking at the abdomen I hissed a little. My wounds were severe there and bruises also started to look around my stomach.

I feel angry. Why should I accept such ill treatment. After all this time I can only hold back, now I have reached my threshold. I'm sick and tired. I often wonder when all this will end, or if it will never end.

When I woke up the next day I felt a sense of excitement that somehow came after the storm hit. But just for a moment. When I spread my hand over I felt the pain that was still burning

Sighing heavily I immediately dragged my feet away from the bed and stepped towards my wardrobe. Unlike the day before, today I decided not to open the window because of the heavy rain that has been raining the earth since dawn. Cold temperatures can disturb my good mood.

Knowing that I'm going to see the Lord again makes me nervous. His slightly arrogant and arrogant character was quite frightening for a person like me. And when I saw that little tattoo on his wrist, I immediately thought that he was a member of one of the gangs. His gaze was a picture of a snake surrounding his wrist which if not noticed it only looked like an ordinary bracelet. There was a little writing in a language I didn't understand. It's just that what I'm most afraid of is, she's manipulating the girls into getting involved with her gang. I hope it's just my anxiety.

I stared at the clock and immediately sighed when I knew I could be late if I didn't hurry. I put on my coat to ward off the rain and as I went down the stairs I stepped slowly. I don't want to wake Mom on her day off.

Still carefully I opened the gate slowly and closed it as before. I glanced at my watch and frowned slightly as the numbers were different to the ones I saw in my alarm clock, Gio must have changed it. He thought I'd be fooled by this trick. I always wake up two hours early and he can't fool me.

Gio has always bullied me, since childhood, and it has lasted until now. And I'm getting used to it because at least she doesn't play hands like Mama did to me.

I passed by a cafe that made me frown a little. What is a warkop? But it doesn't seem to be. I approached and started to enter. The room was warmer than when I was outside. I looked around, the room was vintage-designed with many antiques placed as decorations.

I took a deep breath and the scent of bread slowly scrambled into my sense of smell. I took out my purse and looked for the emergency money I had saved. Of course this money can't take me out of the house because the emergency money I have in my wallet is nothing.

I just ordered a cup of coffee. I have to be irony because I don't know until when I live like this. And again I haven't got a job.

Because I left too early in the morning, I decided to wait in this cafe until the rain subsided. I read a book and didn't realize that there were a lot of people in and out of the cafe. I jumped a little as I turned my eyes and found Mr. Aidan among them. He looked at me clingy.