I had to change the rating. Sorry. Here it is, why she attacked him and why shes so freaked out by him.
Then, a grim smile spread over his face, distorting his features. I stared at him, and it hit me like a bullet.
It couldnt be. But it was. I remembered now, too clearly, all the pain, all the crying, everything. And I remembered when she died. I remembered who I was. And worse who He was.
Flashing in front of my eyes, a million burning red images. Pictures of pain. Images of my father. And my mother. And when I tried to save her, I remember turning to my father. That same grim smile spread over his face as he held me back. I could have saved her, but now I never will be able to. All because of him.
I shook my head slowly, tears streaming down my face. It couldnt be, magnor couldnt be my father. I looked up at him again, pain and memory aiding me to see him. And I saw everything. I saw him as a child,being beaten by his father, then as a teen, struggling to stay alive in the slums. I saw hate , and fear slowly mold him, and I knew, the same thing could have happened to me. Then, I saw him, falling in love with my mother, and I understood how my mother married him. A handsome charming young man, hate and fear hidden inside him, and his violence never came out around her. They came out slowly over the years. Then she had us. Us? I looked into my memories, nothing. I looked into Magnors eyes again, and I saw clearly, my twin brother. Then I saw him. Fear throttled the last emotions of love and happiness . Fear of having people love him. I don't know why, but at that moment, he became the Magnor I saw now. Looking back into my memory I now could see him hurting, hurting inside in every foul and violent hating thing he did to us. And now I felt pity for this man who was my father; but as hard as I tried the only emotion I felt when seeing him hold me back from saving my mother was hard anger, hate, and pain.
One teardrop trickled its way down my cheek. Pain and pity rushed through me as I stared at him. I couldnt hurt him now. How could I add to the way he was hurting inside now that I knew? Tears streamed down my face as I stepped back from him, because I couldnt help him. And for one moment, in his bewilderment, I saw how he was. His face flashed back to being a teen. And as a stroke of lightning illuminated everything, I saw a single teardrop glide down his hard features. In a roll of thunder I turned and left, knowing he knew who I was. And that he knew something I didnt, why?
So does this work? Please tell me. Thanks. )