Rising from the Ashes of Her Past (A Lunas Tale)

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sitive subjects like stalking, violence, abuse, and harassme

ears

GIRL!” my mother yelled at me

the kitchen is dirty, the laundry is not folded or put

, settling on an oversized black shirt and a pair of ripped, light blue jeans that were two sizes too big. I had a scarcity of options to choose

ack hair lost its vibrancy and now looked atrocious. Even suffered two consequences from using multiple chemicals to clean the pack-house: constant it

ent to grab some more towels and had fallen asleep. It had been almost three years since I last experienced a restful night's sleep; the impa

moved into the basement. According to Mom, she thought I messed with Dad's I

e my chores, I had to rely on my mother's judgment for discipline. Despite my love for my mother, I found her disciplinary technique

epped into the kitchen, I noticed that my mother was already sitting at the t

ou haven't even started you

t won't happen again

ell. Amid washing the dishes, I patiently awaited her to speak. The weight of her icy stare made me feel exp

ld have already been completed. Now tell me whe

tructions to fetch her either a broom, mop, belt, or even a tree branch. The only purpose of this was to discipline

rning,” Rick said, smiling, as he walked towards

he yelled as the do

xcuses about attending important meetings. He always seemed to be in a hurry, leaving me curious abo

said, her voice filled with disdain, “ever since the day you took your f

t by my side, forcefully gripping my chin

know a secr

I knew better. I stayed perf

d her hea

nd care for you. He cared more about you tha

er, she withdrew her fingers from my chin and briefly ga

can't defend yourself. You are nothing but a worthless pie

ly gripped my neck and forcefully pinned me against the wall. The pressure on my windpipe was unbearable, and her nails pierced into m

U DID”? She yelled as she kick

I rolled into a ball

me as I was forcefully propelled through the entrance and down the staircase. I kept my composure and instinctively curled into a protective position when

ng filling the air. As I looked up, I saw her making her way back towards me

yelled, lifting the shovel a

, I felt my bones breaking. Despite all my attempts to cover myself, that didn’t keep me safe from her wrath

he was now using the belt. But instead of hitting me with the leather, she hit me with the buck

he back of my head and back before she turned me onto my bac

all I could think of as b

I reached a point where I could no longer hold on.

t thing that came into view

me, only to kneel in front of me. In all the times I had see

U DONE?” He y

the world