"Your a psychopath..." I said whilst backing away, as His large body towered over me with every step he took.
My breathing grew heavy, my legs trembling and my heart aching as the fear inside me spreaded like wildfire.
My back soon met the coldnes...
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The worst thing that ever happend to me was when I was 8. My parents never loved me, or atleast thats what I believe. I cant ever truly remember a time in life where I felt affection from either one of them, my mom was in debt.
And my dad was too far gone to ever face reality, thats the after effect when you have to many budweisers. Sometimes the pain felt good, the things they would inflict onto me. I think it was because I was so hurt in life, and reminded me of my reality. That this was my life and there was nothing I could do about it. But when I was 8 it hurt too bad, I remember being in shock crying on the floor afterwards, in so much pain. Something that scarred me for life.
Who knew loved ones could do such a thing. She had bruised me many times, and so had he. But this time we were cooking, it had been weeks since she had put her hands on me, and well weeks after he had left. She seemed happier without him, it was like he was the reason I was being treated so badly, until this incident. she was being kind, she had got a new job, and for once I felt some weird emotion, Gia calls it affection.
I was moving over to stir the eggs in the bowl, but I had accident hit my elbow with a cup that leaned on the corner of the counter, it fell instantly and it shattered. I remember the loud noise it made and the way the glass shattered across the floor. My mother was already mixing noodles in boiling hot water when she turned around and saw what happend. She shouted at me, and told me this had to be done or I wouldnt have learned my lesson.
Before I knew it she grabbed my hand roughly and fully submerged it into the boiling water, it hurt so bad. She held it there for so long, I tried everything to pull it up from the surface but she would push it down harder and harder, whats an eight year olds strengh to a 34 year old? Afterwards the same glass that shattered on the floor she made me walk on with my bare feet, I remember exactly how it felt when the sharp shards when into the base of my feet and all I could do was scream out in pain.
And of course my hand nor my feet were left treated, I was left rotting in my dark room for days, and the pain got worse, I thought after time went by it would heal, but the sores on my feet turned purple, more bloody, and bruised. And the seocnd degree burns on my hand scarred making me look a monster. It wasnt until a week later, and both my entire feet had turned purple did I start to worry.
And luckily my aunt was around again, she had just turned 19 a week ago by what I remember, She had just passed her bar test, and my mother had begged her to come by the house to give us money again and again. I remembered everytime I would listen in on their conversation and everytime I would hear "I promise I'll pay you back!" and everytime she would somehow convince her, yet not a dime was given back. That day a few days after the incident I truly wasnt over listening, I needed help, I remeber having to crawl down the stair due to my excruciating pain, and right there I thought I would die.
