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Chapter 2 Beloved Family

Word Count: 2036    |    Released on: 14/02/2023

ng her face she stared at the attractive features of the man sleeping beside her. If someone was to tell her that she wou

ith this famil

ours

placed in between a myriad of other abhorrent stuffed animals. The small coral couch tucked in

a light pink carpet matching the sickly sweet theme of t

s she imagined them smiling at her when not one of the toys had an unscathed face. They all had been ridden bare

cing in the fact that she had at least been able to provide them with some pea

ther or someone else had started being increasingly a

like her mother had always liked her to keep for the last nineteen years of her life. A black dress that fell to below her knees

perfect dre

he mumbled to herself going to her table to look at her phone t

up to the beginning she almost laughed at the messag

ad in a spur of a moment created a fake account on social media to writ

n they did they were rudely calling her an attention seeker except fo

s world, my family doesn’t l

he had privately asked her t

should you be the one to suffer? You do

time her deadly intrusive thoughts which had scared her before ever

in solitude and the strength to get out of th

ing her face light up in delight she

? There is no return from here on and t

of him and glaring at the screen she asked, ‘I have a feeling that you might be the one ch

tand why he was m

ed family wasn’t

few seconds and final

me. I’ll be there e

She had hid it for the last past two months in the lowest drawer of her old books from high school that for some reason she still hadn’t bothered to throw away. She

n black marker with a bunch of tapes stuck on the edge to keep it prop

d’ mother she stuffed the paper in her bra. She had wanted to take her time opening the beautiful black box but with her hands

arked in her eyes much as the gun. Picking it up she felt her nerves calm down at the coolness and weight of the death wea

and came out of her room to go to her mother. She didn’t need to search for her knowing well enough that she must be in the kitchen trying to act

but she didn’t stop her actions and when she was done she sat down the thin bottle and seethed, “What are you staring at, my good for nothi

t intoxication meant but unlike how she had let it show on her face before she didn’t this time. The scars on her back from all those belt whips she had received se

ou are your fathers and I know you are a coward. You couldn’t stand up to your fucking friends when they made fun of you and you thin

y they hadn’t been any different. The woman was capable of skinning out Ve

for the first time in a while, talking back to her and this

eing a brat and

t the quiet house and for a few seconds even made a shrill whistle like sound echo in Vevina’s ears. The time slowed for her as she watc

f her nose and from around her wide opened eyes, her mother finally fell down from the bar stool. Walking to her she took out the crumpled piece of

y his pants on made her realize that a slut must have left early in the morning again today. He had always been absent in her life, never caring for her or her mother while banging multi

n given her a chance to talk and recalling that she made sure to sh

a chance to talk, why s

e man had struggled to find some support but instead of saving the last few remnants of his pathetic life he

d laughing at the irony she wondered if this was some atoneme

ed beautiful with the splash of color that it had always needed. Even the stench of the metallic blood ha

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fridge read, making her gleefully l

ld be h

ck being opened she rushed towards it

t your hands up in the a

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