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alone

The perspective of Sandra (Beth's mum)

I was alone scared and afraid I was being beaten by Richard . A small scar scaled across my spotted face and I screamed at the  top of my lungs content. A noise complaint had been issued to the police and 10 minutes later a police car pulled up flashing lights and ear piercing sirens, alarmed Richard  sat down on the fluff ridden sofa, he pulled me down with him. He told me to stay quite and act like nothing happend. So that's what I did I was to afraid to even dare speak a word.

The police shouted through the door and Richard got up to get it, he then got asked a question about me if he had a wife or if there was anyone else in the house. He responded with no, so I tried to release just a small squeal but nothing came out from my blood covered mouth it was as if he was controlling my mind.

After the police had left he started shouting at me again he then threw a lamp at me it hit me in the face... I threw a telephone at his face and a small stain of ruby red blood trickled down his cheek he replied to me at this with a face full of fist a purple bruise absorbed into my eye and I just gave him a stern look. I wanted to disappear at this moment to hide under my daughters bed and tell her everything would be ok to see if she had even noticed that I had fought with her dad. I cried for a hot second and he looked at me with a worrying look on his face I stared at the floor and saw blood dripping from the ceiling I wondered what had happened I was down stairs and only my young daughter was up there. I ran up there as soon as I could what had happened?

When I got up there, nothing but a sleeping 6 year old and 3 year old nothing no blood or anything. I scanned the bedroom and a small floor board had been moved I looked under there and what was it but a dead body. I screamed once again who was it and why was it in my bedroom. I untapped the black bag that was covering it and rolled over the dead body it was my mother. I burst out crying then looked behind me and saw Richard laughing. I shouted at him why he replied with, she treated my like dirt. No she didn't a mother in law had never treated you better than my mum. But why, why could it of not been me I wish it was me and not my own mother.

He told me that if I called the police I would be next I would be on the next floor board. So I did nothing about it I stayed quite all my life and I have kept this secret from my beloved daughter. Oh how I wish I could tell all about it but even if I did I would be dead and I couldn't do that not yet anyway so I just sat I my own puddle of misury and disgust I cry myself to sleep most nights. Not think of having a mother is a terrible feeling knowing on how she died and who did it is the worst. I tell myself most nights that if I tell anyone I will lose my life or even worse my daughters I wish never of knowing.The worst part of this situation is the fact that my own husband had told me it was natural causes and she died of an illness but no he had killed her. I had blood on my hands not be aloud to tell anyone would be the death of me so I would die one way or another. I wont tell anyone till I am ready but I can't die because of it.

But I'm still alone...