Chapter 1: Another Painful Day
I sat there begging; pleading for him to stop hitting my mom. The curtains were wide open. It was day time. We definitely weren't being quiet.
How come no one was coming to help? Is what I would ask myself if I didn't already know that most people wouldn't want to butt into other peoples business and that people in the village didn't like us anyway.
If someone did get the officials, it'd probably be because of the noise, not because of the situation.
Pleading as I was, I decided I wasn't going to keep sitting there helplessly, my mom wasn't even moving anymore.
I didn't want to get beat either, but seeing this happen to my mom was worse than having it happen to me. So I snuck off and grabbed his gun. Even though guns are really rare, I wasn't clueless about it. To make sure I was safe around it, I was taught how to hold it, how to use it, and all the safety precautions that went with it.
So I held the gun up and told my dad to stop or I'll shoot him. He never did anything towards me, but I couldn't handle my mom being treated that way all the time.
So when he heard the gun click, all he did was ask me could I put it down.
"No." I told him. "Get away from my mom, she means way more to me then you do, I'm not around afraid to shoot you."
Of course, I was afraid though, but I wouldn't say that.
My dad looked shocked when he heard that. He always called me his little best friend and thought I loved him. But I was tired of putting on an act.
"Get away from her." I told him again.
"After all the things I've done for you! You little...!" He suddenly yelled at me, taking a step towards me aggressively.
"I don't care! You've never done anything! Mom does everything! All you do is gamble our money away!" I yelled back at him. And I was being honest too. I wasn't just mad. My hands tightened around the gun as my mind filled with things that made me not like my father.
"How dare you disrespect me like this! Who do you think you are?! Pointing that thing at me like that!" He said, pointing his finger at me, his body shaking in anger.
He turned his head towards my mom and I assume, realizing how far he went, his face dropped.
He started to reach down and touch her neck.
"Stop!" I screamed at him. Then without saying anything, he turned and ran out of the house.
Surprised by his actions, it took me a second before I imagined the worst possible situation. I instantly got engulfed in fear.
"No....no no no no no."
I throw the gun down, causing it to go off, but I didn't care and I quickly rushed over to my mom.
"Mom...mom! Dad's gone. Come on get up!"
I started shaking her and I cried uncontrollably.
"Mom please!"
My vision blurred while I taped her face and tugged on her arm.
"Come on! Please! I'm sorry!"
How could I let it get to this point? I didn't even realize she was beaten this badly. It's all my fault. I should've stopped him sooner.
"I'm sorry mom, please! Please, please, please! You can't do this! I need you!"
Screaming and pleading, screaming and pleading, that's all I did.
"Hey, what the fucks going on?!" I froze up as I heard a loud, angry voice come from the other room.
I let out a meek, trembling voice. I didn't know what to do anymore. "M-mom...mom...h-help me....mom..." I shook her gently, scared of what would happen if I drew that voices attention. I don't know why I'm so scared. What if they can help? But I couldn't help it.
"Who the hell did it?! Who shoot off that gun?!"
I started trembling, even more, then I felt my pants growing wet. What did I do?
I hugged my mom tightly, quietly begging for her to help me.
The next thing I know. I was staring up at a ceiling.
"What...?" I sat up groggily and looked around, not recognizing anything. "Where the heck....No....Mom!"
The memories started flowing back into my mind. "Mom, mom, mom!!"
I got out the bed and was yelling for her as I ran to the door. It was locked, so I started banging against trying to break it open.
But when it opened and I saw someone on the other side, I hurried and move back, afraid.
"You're awake." It was a woman. She looked down on me with a soft smile on her face. She squatted down to my height. "How are you feeling?"
I just stared at her, not knowing what to do, as I stepped backward from her.
"Don't be scared, I won't hurt you."
All I can think about is how I want my mom and where am i. I don't know her or this place. I'm scared.
"W-who are you?"
Keeping a gentle smile on her face, she answers me. "This is a medical center, you..." She's withholding words and it seems like she's trying to figure out what to say. "Well, you were brought here by some nice people to see if you were okay."
Was it that angry voice I heard?
"M-mom....W-wheres my mom?!" I yelled at her.
I can see a sad look cross her face as I asked this. It takes her a minute before she responds.
"Everything's going to be okay. Your mom would want you to rest up and feel better, okay sweetie?"
Her answer gets on my nerves.
"No! I want my mom! Where is she?! Tell me if she's okay or not!"
The expression on her face never changes from a sad one.
"We'll talk about it later, okay sweetie? Do you want something to eat?"
My eyes start to well up with tears and I can't hold them back as they pour down my face.
"No...wheres my mommy?..."
Suddenly a random voice cuts in.
"Just tell her, keeping it from her won't change anything. Waiting won't make it better."
I freeze up when I hear that male voice. Is it the same one from the house. What does he me keeping it from me won't change anything?
"So my mom...s-she's...."