The Secret Admiral (#2 The Secret Series)

Prologues

The little boy was hiding under a shabby blanket with tulips, his tiny hands covering both ears trying to ward off the cries outside the room, his eyes were tightly closed with every sound of broken items and furniture throws echoing throughout the small house. His body trembled with fear that spread to the whole body, it had been more than ten minutes he was hiding, sweat had already soaked his body. Suddenly his body jolted, his chest beating violently when he heard his mother's agonizing cry.

"Mom," he whispered in a trembling voice, his tiny hand now gripping the bedsheet firmly, courage slowly seeping to the surface as a heart-wrenching cry came back.

With fiery eyes he came out from the hiding place, his hand steadily opened the door of the room that had been locked. But his body suddenly froze, his eyes widened to see the scenery that was plastered in front of him, the narrow room now looks formless, broken vases and glasses scattered, too, a wooden chair has now been broken into several parts.

"MOM!" He shouted as his eyes caught the figure of his mother being the drunken moons. Her mother's red hair was sticky by blood, her clothes were torn in several places, blood was flowing from her mouth, nose and head.

When he saw that the man was about to kick back the thin body of the woman who had given birth to him, he thoughtlessly ran to protect the body of his mother who was lying helplessly covered in blood. Instantly his eyes widened in extreme pain when the kick from the old man wearing the booth broke one of his ribs.

"Rancid boy!" Shouted the man, the smell of alcohol emanated from his mouth, his big hands raised a small body that was now screaming, his legs kicking trying to resist, his arms were shaking, his little fist successfully hit the nose of the man who had been living with his mother for three years, and made him roar in pain.

He brandished the wood before him as a shield from the man who was now laughing mockingly at him, slowly the man walked closer and closer, his eyes piercingly staring at the trembling tiny body, but good fortune sided with the little one when the old drunkard's foot stumbled over the woman's leg lying motionless. His body plunged forward to fall on the little boy before him, the piece of wood in his grasp was now impaled right on the chest of the drunk man, his red eyes widened in disbelief before he finally collapsed with wood stuck in his chest and blood began to flow out of his body that smelled of alcohol.

While enduring the pain, the little boy crawled towards his mother's stiffened body, unconcerned by the broken glass that scratched her hands and knees, with a grimacing face withstanding the pain he kept on crawling, tears welled up his cheeks, his lips quivering calling his mother, "Mom," with all his might he tried to turn his mother's body upside down.

"Mom!" He cried with a trembling voice, his eyes began to blur with tears, and his cry broke when he saw the light of his mother's eyes had dimmed, now those eyes were just staring at him blankly. His head began to pulsate violently, the room seemed to spin, his eyes getting blurred before finally the tiny body collapsed on the body of his mother who was no longer alive.

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