Mummy hates me., short. |
Mummy hates me., short. |
*My Cinderella.* |
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QUOTE She was mad again, I could tell by the fire that flickered in her eyes. She grabbed the back of my shirt collared and rammed my head into the coffee table. "PLEASE! MUMMY! I BEG YOU! STOP! IM SORRY, MUMMY!" She ignored my desperate cries and continued to ram my head. I was shaking. I didn't know what to do. I never did. This is how it had always been in my family. Papa died not too long ago, and for that my mummy always hated me. I never understood what I could've done to make her hate me so bad. I loved her to death, and I melted when I saw her eyes fill with hatred --toward me, and only me. The torture ceased after a while, and I felt her grip loosen on my shirt. "Get up." She growled. I panicked. Not wanting to anger her more than I already had, I obeyed. It happened so quickly, she slapped me across the face. I cried out in surprised and began to back away. "Where do you think you're going, you litte brat?" She hissed as I tried my best to find something. ANYTHING to support me. My legs were weak and my muscles were tense from the weary day. I didn't know how much longer I could manage to hold myself up. I felt dizzy, the room started to shake and I could've sworn I saw mummy in 3 different places. Suddenly, I felt a grip around my neck. It was a strong one. Though my eye sight was failing me at the moment, I knew exactly who it was that possessed such pain. Got bored. What do you guys think? |
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