Saved By Mr. L

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t. I was tired of it all. I needed to find solace or else I knew the bruises would be deeper th

raveyard. As it should be at 1:30a.m in the morning. It was a time of sleep for every being that crawled on the earth. Mer

red from it, so he wasn't any less different from us. He took his grief way too far. We got over ours quickly, but that didn't mean we did

regret!" I said to my mother as I watched her about to

d to be ruined with scars and bruises. Just le

own the stairs, our hearts filled with jitters and fear. It was evident to us that today's drinking was quite different from the normal ro

to console him, but I knew this beast better than anyone else. He

nob, I kept on waving my head i

tered countless times, begging her to ret

m stay out there, mother! Don't do it, mom!"

l grieve together? Why don't we console each other, together, as a family?" She said to me with a

she ever l

t a famil

ot cons

myself up for what was about to happen next. And with the sp

o him, he released strikes on her body with it, damaging her beautiful olive skin. I watched in horror as it took place. As

You left me out there in the dark, waiting! What if I was attacked and kill

very satisfying

other from the hands of my father, unable to move. I watched on

omething, Aurora! Please!" She begged profusely as I saw her body fill up

y father's hand. I watched as my father rained blows on her body, his hands covered in blood, as my mother guarded her stomach with bot

heart, knowing that this wa

my dad beat the hell out

e to die too! You worthless

lt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The bruises that covered my skin seemed to have become permanent fixtur

nd my father's punches faded away, leaving me in a strange, eerily quiet pla

I could see was the scene in front of me, playing out in muted silence. It wa

as as if my body had been transported there, while my mind was still caught in the present moment. Maybe it was just my brain playing mind games with

smile on my mother's face. The joyful atmosphere that turned sour so quickly. The news, the tears, and then... the violenc

g, and it seemed never ending, an e

fferent if we had cho

oices, would we have turned

been shaped differently by

shaped differently by the

uld we still have been happy? Would we h

py ending if we were all still

d out differently if circum

ve shown his true colors along the line

ashamed of the scars that had marred my once-beautiful features? I felt l

rs. All the love and happiness I had known in my family now feels like a distant memory, faded and blurred by the years o

y mind had processed everything that had happened, and now I was ready to face the memories head-on. I was no longer running from t

, the muted scene happening right in front of me suddenly had volume and I could hear

her about to lose consciousn

d, we almost lost her! I can't let it happen again. I can't

my veins, I headed straight for my fath

d to push my father away from her, but his masculine figure was

re time. "Get away from her! You are going to kill her!

o push me forcefully, flinging my body to th

said as I flew

r lying around on the floor. I placed a hand on the right side of my head

dn't. I fell back down. The push was

. My eyes began to close slowly, I was about to lose consciousness, but

of satisfaction crossed his face as he heaved a sigh. He turned towards me, and with his bloody hands, he began to a

said as I felt myself slip

ackness, that it wasn't a hindrance to hi