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Epiphany

"I-I finally found you, George."

He took a step back.

"It's been forever, y-you have no idea how long I've been looking for you." The man let himself inside, shutting the door behind him.

Everything stopped.

He felt his body freeze. His heart stopped beating, his lungs refused to let air in. The world that he stood on with his two bare feet crumbled, leaving nothing but a black hole to engulf him. All he could do was look into the man's eyes, hoping something would come and rescue him from the hell that was unleashed.

It's him.

It's really him.

It's him.

He suddenly became paralyzed with a fear that was unforgiving. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, he quickly lost all sensation of his limbs. Everything stopped working.

George shakily lifted his foot to take another step back.

"George?"

He took a sharp breath in, "W-why are you here?" he whispered.

"I need to talk to you." The man said.

George tried to take another step back but tripped, falling onto the floor. Once again, he looked up at the man from below. The man kneeled, reaching out his hand. George quickly covered his face with his arms, curling up in a ball. 

The pain became unbearable. He shut his eyes, praying that it was a nightmare.

This can't be real. It can't. His heart dropped a thousand stories onto a field of nails, finally realizing what was happening.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." George screamed.

"W-what are you-"

"I'm sorry! P-please, I'm sorry." He continued to sob, "P-please don't hit me dad I'm s-sorry." George broke out in hysterics, unable to control himself.

The man took a step closer.

"George, I'm not going to-"

"P-please get away from me." Tears ran down his pale face. 

The man grabbed him by the wrist.

He stopped breathing and opened his eyes, glaring down at the floor.

My whole life.

My entire life has been a nightmare. Every day and night tortured by him. He never cared, he never loved me, he never gave a shit about me, and for what? All of those hurtful words and scars he relentlessly gave to me every single day tore my soul into a million pieces, and I still can't fix it no matter hard I try. How could he have treated me that way? What did I do to deserve all of those fucking lashings?

Nothing.

Of course it was nothing. It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fucking fault. I was an innocent kid that just wanted to see my mom, to hug her.

My mom. Where is she? I miss her. But how could I miss a stranger? But, it couldn't be my fault that she left me. What could I have done?

It's not my fault, it's his fault.

The worthless, unlovable piece of shit that he claims was me, wasn't me.

It's him. It's all his fault. 

This ends now, I can't do it anymore.

George looked up, grabbed him by his shirt, lifted him up and threw him against the ground. The man groaned as he laid on the floor.