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Finally , I reached my house – it is not a big house but it is not a small one either. After locking the door behind me , I welcome the warmth of the indoors. My clothes are drenched and where ever I walk , I leave a small trail of puddles behind.
I smell him before hearing him , the stench of alcohol fills my nostrils as he navigates his way in a drunken form into the living room. I see him holding a photo frame of my mom , his eyes filled with sadness – however , as soon as they land on me his saddened eyes are filled with anger.
"Looks who is finally home…" he says in a voice that makes me shiver , and not from the cold.
"Where have you been?" he questions me – I know I have to answer him , or I will get a beating for sure. Before , I could answer he beats me to it.
"Ah yes! I forgot , you went to sign up for the bidding…" he breaks down in historical laughter. His laughter mocks me , making me feel small and humiliated.
It was his idea that I sell myself – well in fact he told me I should become a prostitute , but I took another route. I decided to sell myself as a house maid , or any other service except sexualized services which I added into the contract. Though I know I am doing this for mother , I can not help but feel incredibly stupid for doing so. However , if I do not get the money some how – this fat bastard would not get it for her.
Yes! As you can see , I really despise this man. He was once an alpha for a pack , but turned rogue as soon as trouble hit his pack. He grabbed his wife and ran – while he begged him to stay and fight by the pack side he ran with her thrown over his shoulder. His actions haunts him till this day – maybe that is the reason why he got into drinking and abusing his family.
He is the reason why my mother lays in the coma today – it is thanks to his constant beatings and verbal abuse that she lays struggling for her life. I ignore him and try to walk to my room but he runs to me with his alpha speed , pushing my face against the wall. I feel the glass frame break against my face – it's glass pieces pierces my tender flesh. You would think I would be screaming , but this is nothing compared to the other things he has done. I grind my teeth , trying to be strong – I try to push him back but his alpha strength over powers my own.
"Do not be surprised if no one buys you…" he whispers in my ears. He fists my hair and pulls me across the room while I grunt and hiss in pain. He holds me in place and makes me look at my reflection in the mirror – I see a girl with blood pouring from her cheeks.
"Who the fuck would want to buy some one as ugly as this fuck?!" he laughs , mocking me. My heart just shatters at the words of my father – I never thought he could hurt me any longer but I was wrong.
"When the auction ends , I know you will not be sold – do not even think of coming back to this house again!" he screams in my ears , pushing me against the mirror. I hit the mirror and fall back on my butt. I hear his heavy foots walk up the stairs and before he slams his room door I hear him shout , " Clean that mess you made before sleeping!!"
The next day
Sitting next to her on the hospital bed , I hear her fate breaths – she is struggling , struggling to fight for her next breath. My heart aches watching her laying still in this place. Her ward is cold , freezing cold to be exact – like she is in a mortuary. I shake my head to shake away that disturbing thought.
I examine my mother , her appearance and just her being – Gosh ! I am going to miss her. It saddens me to see like this , believe it or not this woman was the type who would not sit down. She had always been moving up and about – if you needed something , you were to just ask and she would be running to get it done. She was always so busy and full of life…now , she sleeps most of the days. I mostly come in to watch her sleep – she is too weak to stay awake , so I let her rest. I prefer her sleeping when I come to visit , I do not want her to see the absolute sadness and fear I have in my eyes – the fear of losing her. Not only are my eyes filled with fear , but also guilt.
I hear her take in a deep breath this time – and unusual deep breath and for a moment I felt like this was it , that this was the last breath she was going to take. Unconsciously, I hold my own breath – praying to the Lord above for a little bit of time. Thankfully…her breathing goes back to normal. I let out my breath in relief , this time thanking the Lord for answering my prayers. I just needed needed a few more days to get her the money for her operation , then everything will go back to normal – well almost everything.
"Mom…" I let my hand graze over her own cold ones.
"Hang in there…I will get the money to get your operation done , just hang in there please…No matter what happens , remember that I love you and I always will – what I do is to help you , so do not be angry at me" my eyes begin to over flow with tears. They begin to pour from my swollen red eyes.
"Goodbye mother , I love you" I say to her , my lips coming into contact with her soft cheeks. I shall remember this kiss for a lifetime as it is filled with hope and sadness – I am thrilled that I will be able to help her , I am just saddened as I will not have the opportunity to see her when she is all better.