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: F o r g e t T h e P a s t : .
S u g a r P l u m C a n d y
- PROLOGUE -
T h i s has never happened before.
Ever.
Father had never hit mother. He had said it was a sin, a very unforgivable thing to do to hit such a pretty
face. He had said he'd rather die.
Then why was he doing it now?
He punched her twice. Once in the stomach, then once in the face. Her face, he had said, was the most beautiful thing in the world. He said she was such a beauty. No one could compare.
And she was
She was probably the most beautiful woman alive. He hit her again. I thought he had never wanted a scar, a bruise or any other mark on her. Even when they would kiss he would stop if he thought he would leave a love bite.
Then why?
"Get up you whore" he spat at her. He never really used that kind of language or tone on her either. My father was actually a very peaceful man. He came home in the afternoon eat dinner with us then sleep. Although I never really knew what he worked as.
My mother whimpered as she reluctantly tried to stand up. Tears were falling down her porcelain face; her mascara leaving black trails down her perfectly sculpted cheeks.
"Stop it. Please." She whimpered.
-CRACK-
I ran to her. I was so scared for her. That slap must've hurt more than any of the punches he had given so far.
"Mother! Are you alright?" I asked in panic looking at her swollen cheek.
"No! Get away from here!" she yelled, frightening me. "You should be asleep," she yelled in panic.
"Why the fuck are you up this late? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ASLEEP!" he roared down my face as he grabbed me up by the collar of my night shirt.
His breath smelled foul. Like alcohol and smoke.
"What are you doing to mother?!" I shrieked at him. I never raised my voice at an elderly. Then again father never yelled at me before. He had said even for a boy I was too pretty to yell at. He had said I look like an angel.
Like my mother.
"you know what? You are BOTH whores. Lying TRAMPS!" he said as he pulled out something black && shiny.
"NO!" yelled my mother.
-BOOM-
She lay on the floor with her mouth forever frozen in an "o"
"Not so pretty now, eh?" my dad scoffed. "That'll teach you, you lying slut."
Then he turned to look at m.
"HAHA. You're so pretty. Just like your mother. Look how she turned out. DOES SHE LOOK PRETTY TO YOU NOW?" he yelled more to the lying corpse than me.
I looked at my mother. He was right. With a hole in the side of her head && blood pooring down her face. She looked gruesome. I started to cry.
"There, there. Don't cry. You're gonna' look ugly. Here boy. I want you to remember this for the rest of your life" he said pointing my chin up to him with his hand.
"Looks is all you have. You are NOTHING. Nothing at all. You hear me? NOTHING! You are a nobody. A thieving slut just like your mom. You always will be. Let nothing get close to you. Or you'll end up like her" he said gesturing the gun at my now dead mother.
"NOTHING." He continued. "I hope bitches like you die."
He took the black shiny gun, raised to his head && pulled the trigger.
You are nothing, you hear? NOTHING! I hope bitches like you die.
Die.
DIE!
There was blood everywhere.
I was only 10 years old.
TBC
AUTHORS NOTE: yes. This is a sasunaru. The beginning is like a recap thing. && YOU have to figure out who's past it is. Updates hopefully will be quick. I'm planning on putting the next chapter up next week. && just so you know. The little boy DIDN'T die. If that's what you are planning to ask. oh && my chapters wont be this short. this is a PROLOGUE kids. n.n;;