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“No where.”

“Do you take me as a joke?” He asked, coming forward. A sloppy smirk resting on his wrinkly face.

She shook her head and backed away.

Launching forward, he grabbed her arm and yanked her towards the living room. “Give me the fucking bottles.” He slurred, his breath reeking of alcohol. “I don't have money.” She said, the vulnerability surfing on her body.

Her other hand prying his hand away from the tight grip. “Shut up, liar.” He roared, throwing her away towards the shattered glass. She yelped when her back come in contact with the sharp edges.

“Bitch, you’re just like your mother. Pathetic and needy.”

He crouched down and took an empty bottle of the beer from the floor. “You know what, you deserve to rot and die.” He moved towards her, stumbling over his own feet. “You’re worthless and despicable, that is why your father fucking left you with your shameless mother.”

Her breath hitched. The slight pain she once felt, became numb at the mention of her father. Her memories betraying her once again.

She had a photographic brain. Once she saw or read something, the image itself was imprinted in her mind. Even if she tried removing it, but it was of no use. Those memories lived with her.

“He knew that you weren’t of any use.” He gave out a hideous laugh. A laugh that brought terrors in your stomach. “Stop.” She mumbled, bringing her hands towards her ears, to stop the voices.

“Stop.” He mimicked, as he chuckled along. In seconds he smashed the beer bottle on her head. She shrieked loudly at the sudden impact. Her lips parting as she tilted her face up to gaze at him with a shocked expression.

Seraphina knew Ronald was severely aggressive and ruthless when he was drunk but she never knew that he was capable of killing her just like Renie -- her mother.

“Don't look at me with those eyes, slut.” He hissed, smacking her face twice with full force until she tasted the metallic liquid on her tongue.

“Get up and clear this mess. I’m.. I’m going out for the night.” He stuttered heavily, kicking her towards the wall. With that he tumbled out of the house, laughing to himself.

She leaned backwards on the bricks. Her head banging from the hit.

She hated being vulnerable, infront of him. Maybe she was the coward here.

Closing her eyes, she heaved a sigh. The blood trickled down her forehead towards the swollen cheek. Her body completely felt senseless.

Not a single tear rolled down from her eye. The years of exhaustion had took a toll over her body.

At first she had always pleaded them to leave her alone. She had shed tons and tons of heavy tears in order for them to have some mercy but it was as if they were deaf to her loud howls.

At one point she stopped caring. She stopped begging. She would just let them cross over her.

Fluttering her eyes open, she stood up with the support of the wall. Ache rolled over her head as it escalated down her body with immense swiftness.

Gulping the lump, she took a step only to curse out in agony.

Taking another, she picked up the empty beer bottles, forgetting about the dull pounding pain. Soon she started cleaning the whole house, thinking that it would lead to less punishment and maybe she would be spared.

After cleaning, she ascended the stairs, towards her room -- the attic. Opening up the door, she strided towards the attached bathroom.

The reflection mocking her for being scared and not fighting for her life.

Her eyes scanned the big vertical gash on her forehead. Dried blood splattered across the ugly purple bruised cheek.

Taking out the aid-kit from the cabinet, she poured the alcoholic tonic on the cotton ball, soaking it purely.

She bit her inner cheek to avoid any unnecessary screams, she carefully dabbed the cotton on the gash. Droplets of blood oozed out of the cut as she removed the access. Bandaging the wound with a white patch of cloth around her head, she walked out.

Plopping herself on the hard mattress. She layed down with flooding thoughts. Her eyes intensely staring at the dirty white ceiling, waiting for the sleep to come but insomnia always had her awake, sometimes for days or even weeks.

Thus the night went by with her changing positions after each and every minute.