Heya, I apologize for disappearing for a long while. Real life got me busy and I had to focus on many stuff that came in my way, such as school (which I have finally ended) and working on my apartment that I will move in soon once it's finished. Otherwise I do apologize of the last chapter. This chapter is the first one chapter of a huge flashback of my OC Ylva Uusitalo's past and I will warn you for violence, bullying, physical abuse, psychological themes and blood. If you are very sensitive, get out of here immediately and stay away as best as you can! PUSH THE BACK BUTTOM
Soundtracks:
First scene: I'm An Autobot from Transformers: Age of Extinction, Steve Jablonsky
Second scene: Fire from Stieg Larsson's Millennium Trilogy, Jacob Groth
Third scene: Run Him Over from Pain & Gain, Steve Jablonsky
Fourth scene: Rin'ne from Elfen Lied, Kayo Konishi & Yukio Kondo
Fifth and final scene: I Can't Take It Anymore from The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross
Chapter 11 – Remember Everything
August 2th, 2000, evening in Stockholm
The summer sun was gone under the horizon, yet the sunlight wasn't slow to die under the incoming darkness of the short late summer night. The first stars started to appear when I was walking on the street, along with Shotty. He was using his human hologram as illusion from other humans. We had been on a huge concert and watched AC/DC together. It was the best thing I had ever been in my entire life!
I held my hand with his hand while we walked out from the crowds that soon spread out through the streets of Stockholm. We stayed close into each other when we stopped by hearing the sounds of a gang cheering some beers and yelling happily. Directly Hot Shot hesitated not to tighten his grip on my hand as his pace got faster.
"(Come,)" he said. "(We've gotta get on going. Those punks…)"
The yells got more aloud. Clinging tightly, I shook tensed in uncertainty. Stockholm was a strange place for me. I had never been in the capital before. Everywhere was so awesome to explore around and much did we look before marching to the concert on the evening. Yet, when night came, it was suddenly changed.
I was afraid of the dark despite it was light around us. It felt like eyes were watching around you without you can see them. It frightened me up. Just then, a big gang of gangsters appeared before us. They walked wobblingly on each other while yelling happily with songs from the concert. We walked pretty fast, passing by them when a tall, thin guy took grip on me.
I screamed out as he pulled me. Then Hot Shot hit the drunken guy with a hard fist right on his face, which got him to let me go. "(You leave her alone, your spawn of a glitch!)," he swore out. I didn't understand a thing what he did say but I did find it odd of him saying that. I guessed he still hadn't learnt speaking Swedish properly yet.
"(Hey, calm down your bastard!)" another drunken man shouted, with a beer bottle raised in his hand. "(We-we don't wanna harm ya kiddo. We just wanna play with-with her!)"
"(Hey, then you'll taste this, your filthy slagger!)" Hot Shot gave the other man a hard punch on his face and the drunken man fell hard on his back against the street floor. He fought so furiously that he forgot me when the other drunken guys turned towards me. But they never got to get me before the sounds of police sirens caught up all of us.
Then, after Hot Shot gave his foe a final punch in the face, he hurried up on his feet, turning to me and grasped me to carry me. "(Ylva, we've gotta get outta here!)" he said fast.
He ran while he carried me over his shoulder. The drunken men shouted out to run from the cops, others for chasing after us. Hot Shot ran as fast as he could when I had my gaze right at the gang. "(Don't mess up with Hot Shot!)" I shouted out. "(He's an Autobot and he's gonna kick your asses!)"
Then, as it happened, Hot Shot put me down on the street floor again before he threw me into the silver Koenisegg CC on the front seat. The hologram vanished of sight, only to reappear on the driver seat next to me. The engine started, growling up like a lion and we drove away.
It was then Hot Shot threw a harsh glare at me, daggers tearing through me. I immediately understood that he was angry, which caused me to tense up in fear. I shuddered as I prepared myself for the yells.
"(What did I tell you?)" he growled, angrily so the glowing blue eyes were on fire. "(What did I tell you?!)"
"(Wha-Wha,)" I stammered, unable to speak out the words. "(Why a-are you angry?)"
"(I'm angry because you've just told those bastards who I'm really am!)" he explained when he slammed his bleeding fist on the instruments in front of us.
It made me very afraid to see and hear the impact of the hit that I nearly jumped up off my seat. I opened up my shaking lips to try speaking more but never got to say anything for the sirens were coming right after us.
"(Fuck!)" Hot Shot swore. He pressed his foot on the accelerator and we drove very fast throughout the streets.
I curled up like a ball while we drove so fast that I thought we would lift up from the ground and fly to the sky. The sirens got worse and louder as everything felt like going way too fast for me to catch up. The street lights became laser beams that shot by the window, the buildings fading in a foggy condition while the night sky remained dark with the dusk light eventually dying underneath the horizon. I didn't know what happened to me during the moment but I felt that I froze in fear; like a shaking ball on the passenger seat, I dared not to take a look through the window to see if the police were chasing us or not. The sirens continued to be heard though. They continued endlessly.
I had my hands pressed against my ears to not listening on the sirens. All I did was closing my eyes and tried not to look. With closed eyes and pressed ears, the only thing I could sense was feeling Hot Shot steering the car, the angles of the swings and the fast spinning wheels that screeched aloud. The ground shook violently beneath them.
I didn't remember what happened next, except that we stopped unexpectedly. After that, Hot Shot threw me out from him before he transformed up to his robot form, then catching me and ran away with me in his hand. We had arrived on an industry area. Hot Shot ran to the nearest building, kicking up the door and then ran inside to hide. Then he put me on the floor. "(How could you?!)" He yelled again at me.
"(What do you mean?)" I screamed, completely terrified.
He then roared out and he slammed against a cargo container hard so cracks cracked all over the metal, and then a gun shaped on his right hand that he pointed right at me. "(The promise you made, remember! You promised me to never mention anyone about me and my true identity!)," he yelled again. "(Don't you fucking remember that thing?! Now you've given me no other choice…)"
"(No. No, no, no!)" I screamed out in panic. "(Please, don't harm me!)"
"(I should've terminated you when I've got the chance!)" Hot Shot roared furiously so the ground and the walls shuddered. "(You're completely a waste of time for me!)"
The blaster activated up, whirring loudly as the large, orange light glowed through the blaster as he stood prepared to shoot at any moment right at me. I fell on my knees, weeping much while I looked up at his glowing eyes that burned in rage. No word came out from me or him. The tension was too much to handle so I fell down on the ground, curling up into a ball and sobbing. "(Do… you h-hate me?)" I asked, whispering under my sobs. "(I thought… you were my friend…)"
There was no reply from him. It was just as I thought. It was my entire fault. Everything was my fault. But then without warning I heard him roaring out again, which caused me to scream out, however something happened totally unexpectedly. Instead terminating me... he slammed his blaster against the floor that quickly shifted back to his hand and he was fast to embrace me in his arms.
"(I'm so sorry,)" he wept while hugging me tighter in his chest. "(I… I cannot terminate you. You need me and I need you. Without me, you would've be alone rest of your life… and without you, I would've never got to know you. I'm so sorry.)"
"(Shotty… I want to stay with you,)" I wept. "(I want to be with you. You're my only friend I've got.)"
"(I know, sweetie. I'm never going to harm you again. I'm so, so sorry for that -)" But before he could finish, we heard the sounds of helicopters up in the sky along with fast driving cars heading towards us.
Hot Shot swore quickly when he caught me in his hands and ran out, transforming into his car form and we drove off once again. This time, we were chased not by the police. There were five large, black cars chased after us while the helicopters flew above us, trying to catch up with the bright lights beaming over us. I looked up and saw the first helicopter flying right above us. "(Hurry!)" I pleaded Hot Shot to drive faster. With full throttle forward, he pushed as fast as possible.
But it was not fast enough for far ahead of us, we saw five more black cars coming straight towards us. A sharp angle did Hot Shot turn that made me to nearly fly through the window if I wasn't belted. I screamed in panic when he suddenly transformed up again in his robot form. He had me on his hand. The other hand shifted to the same gun. We were surrounded by the black cars and the helicopters spinning round and round like vultures. Men in black suits jumped out, then they pointed at us with their pistols.
"(Put the girl down!)" A man yelled.
"(Don't shoot on us,)" Hot Shot replied, furiously but surprisingly he begged. "(What do you want with us?)"
"(Put the girl down!)" Again the same man yelled.
Just then, he turned me away from the men as he fired gunfire to them. It was horrible for me to hear as I cried out in pain while pressing my hands against my ears to cover them from the banging sounds. It hurt so much. But then Hot Shot dropped me. I fell hard on the ground when he grasped me again. To protect me from the gunfire the men in black suits fired on us. The bullets hammered against steel. Suddenly something sharp went through my left arm. It happened so fast that I didn't understand what happened.
"(Ylva, run,)" I heard Hot Shot's voice above me. "(You must run.)"
"(Run? No. No, no, no!)" I peeped. "(I can't run!)"
"(You have to run!)" Then he threw me away from him. I rolled over the ground. Tears couldn't be resisted from squirting out from my eyes. He screamed: "(RUN!)"
I ran. But not fast enough. Two men ran after me. They were faster than me. I got caught. I screamed up my lungs once they lifted me up from the ground, holding me with iron grips while I kicked like crazy. "(No!)" I cried, weeping aloud.
Then I heard how Hot Shot roared out. The ground quaked as I saw him rising up like a giant as he rushed towards the men who held me captive under gunfire. He swung his arm and hit the men to knock them down. At same time more gunfire occurred. He grabbed me fast before we were running away from them. But it took not long time before he stumbled over a steep ditch. My head hit against a hard metal on the chest of Hot Shot. And everything went black.
I didn't remember how long the blackout lasted but I remembered how I woke up. I was lying on the grass, unaware of what was happening. Something warm flowed down from my forehead. It was blood. It touched my lips and I tasted it. Horror infected me in an instant. Quickly I felt a boost of pain burning on my left arm. It was bleeding. Despite I couldn't see anything in the darkness I could sense the warm blood flowing on my cold skin.
Then I heard loud banging sounds. More guns were fired. Instantly I lay down on the grass, pretending I was dead. Then I saw Hot Shot. He was shooting fireballs to them. Explosions blew up the ground like volcanos. But then suddenly I saw how the helicopters fired harpoons right at him. They hit his arms as the helicopters swung round in a circle that made him to spin in the air and collapsed on the ground with twisted arms and legs.
I heard how he roared in pain as he struggled himself to get free. My tears fell when I rose up on my feet and started to run to him. "(Hot Shot!)" I screamed out of my lungs.
The black men spotted me. Bright light beamed right at me, blinding me for an instant. I rose up both my arms to cover my eyes from the light when two large men caught me up. But instead lifting me up, they pushed me down on the ground. With my head pressed against the dusty ground, my gaze met Hot Shot's desperate glowing eyes. We looked on each other.
"(I'm sorry…)" I whispered.
It was the last time I saw him. A moment later, I got another blackout.
Home in Karlskrona, Octuber 5th
The colorful leaves of autumn fell tiredly down to land on the asphalted ground. Large piles had been gathered up to be later removed from the places they once fell. On that day when the leaves fell, I was running. Running for my life. Once again. The gang were not far behind me. I ran as fast as possible to find a hiding spot from them. But never did I manage to find one before they caught me up. Laughter was what they did while I screamed, being dragged by them to a corner between two apartment buildings.
From there, they threw me to the fence that stood between the walls of the buildings. My knees rarely touched the ground before one of the bullies came to me and kicked me on the side of my body. It was a hard one. So hard that I thought I got broken rib bones for it hit close to my chest. I felt how the pain spread everywhere like a firestorm when another bully grabbed my hair, pulling me backwards hard. I screamed aloud. But there was no one there. No adult. Only me and them.
Then came Morgan Håkansson. He was the gang's new leader. He was taller than me, broad-shouldered and older too. He wore black leather clothes on so it made him to look like a real gangster. He was eleven years old. I was only ten. He looked down at me with ice-cold blue eyes, looking for signs of weaknesses on me. The last two months had been nothing else but a pure hell for me. Constantly had Morgan spying on me, hunting after me like I was his prey and he was tough one too. It was not fair.
Without warning he punched me on the face. The knuckles hit pretty hard and my head crashed on the fence so it caused to rattle aloud. I heard how the gang laughed as they watched on Morgan beating on me. He kicked me. He punched on me. Again and again. He never stopped until I stopped defending myself. All I did was to lie on the ground without moving or even breathing. I was defeated. Then he stopped. But before he stopped, he peed over me. It was disgusting by him.
But it was not over yet. For soon he pulled me up again so I stood up with shaking legs. He ordered one of them to hand over a knife. The same knife that cut off my hair before Hot Shot came. Now he was going to do it. I didn't dare to protest this time nor cry out for help. I was defeated. Unable to defend myself. Slowly he used the knife to cut off all the remaining hair I had. He cut them to the bottom. Though, he didn't let the knife to get too close on my skin on my head. Instead he made my hair to be short. I was turned to a boy.
Soon they had enough of me. They got bored so the gang left me there by the fence. Once I was alone, finally was I able to cry for myself. Everywhere inside my body hurt. My face burned by pain. My chest hurt by a single breath. But I couldn't stay. I must return home. Fortunately it was autumn break from school. However, even that I was still not safe.
With trembling legs, I struggled to walk all way home to my home in Västra Prinsgatan. I knew mom was not going be at home. And I didn't want to face her wrath either. I couldn't do it. When I reached the building where my home apartment laid, I felt how my stomach clung to a hard clump inside me. It hurt so much. Every step on the stair case up was painful for me to take. But eventually I reached there at last. Once inside the apartment, I went straight to the shower to clean myself from the stench of pee. Then I went to my room afterwards where I closed my door with the locker I made so mom would not have a chance to get inside.
It was a rather simple bedroom I had; s single bed with a cheap wardrobe. I had nothing else in my room. Except for one thing; my secret box that I hid so well from mom. Inside the box laid my favorite novels; Brothers Lionheart and Ronja The Robber's Daughter. It was lying underneath my bed on the corner. I gently pulled down the curtain, which it instantly made my room darker than outside. The old lamp on the roof didn't lighten up either because mom had forgotten to put a new lamp. I sat on the opposite corner of the room, near to my bed where I curled up into a ball and wept out all of my tears. My arms hugged around my legs that pressed against my hurting chest while I hid my wet face on the knees.
"(Why are you crying, little pretty human?)"
Suddenly I heard a voice. But there was no one in my room. I was completely alone. I knew I was alone.
"(Who's there?)" I shivered.
No response was heard.
I thought I must heard wrong. But it turned out I was wrong.
"(I'm up here, little human,)" said the voice again. Now I heard how chilly the girl voice was. It came from above me. Scared, I carefully bowed my head back to look up.
There I met the yellow eyes of a vildvittra. I gasped in fear as I shook in complete terror once I saw how big the vildvittra was. Then gently it opened up its enormous wings and it flew over me to land in front of me. The vildvittra had the body of a black golden eagle but the head remained like a woman's face, covered with long feathers and a golden beak sat between the mouth and the eyes. She had golden eagle eyes. It appeared to be a child. Just like me. The only difference was that the vildvittra was too big to be a child.
Immediately I tried to flee. But the vildvittra was faster than me as she stretched out her wings, gliding over me and landed in front of me, blocking any sign of escape. The mouth underneath the beak widened to a terrible smile where sharp teeth shined silver. "(Why do you flee for?)" She asked. Her feathered eyebrows crossed between her eyes.
"(P-P-Please! Don't harm me,)" I shook more in fear.
"(Hahahaha! That's how you are wrong,)" she laughed evilly.
I screamed as I rose up my hands before my face to cover myself from the razor sharp talons as the harpy attacked at me. She flapped her enormous wings, scratching my arms and hands with the claws. It hurt so much. But then it suddenly stopped.
She was gone.
But it was until later when she returned.
It was by evening, after mom left home for her regular time on the bar, I was alone in the darkness again. She showed herself again. This time she was hanging upside down on the roof like a bat, glaring at me.
"(Why are you crying, little pretty human?)" Again I heard the same question she said me before.
I was on my bed, crying again. I got a hard slam by mom on the head. I didn't look on her because I had my head right on the wall. At first I tried to ignore her, but it did not work well. "(I cry because it hurts so much,)" I answered.
"(It hurts?)"
"(Yes. It hurts.)"
"(Oh poor little pretty human. Humans are so weak these days.)"
"(What do you mean?)"
"(Humans are so weak. You are weak because of your fear. You are afraid for everything and everyone. You're pathetically weak.)"
"(Stop talking.)"
"(Why shall I stop talking the truth about you, Ylva Uusitalo? You are so afraid. That makes you useless, weak… and defenseless.)"
The vildvittra came down on the floor. I didn't see that but I could hear that by the talons that touched the cold floor, clinging. Neither did I dare to take a look over my shoulder when I felt one of the wings sweeping over me, casting a shadow above my body.
"(You know why you are afraid. That's because you are completely different to the others,)" she continued.
"(I'm not like them…)" I shivered more by the coldness from the vildvittra.
"(Indeed. You are nothing like them. You are weaker than them. They're against you. They don't like a child that thinks different from other children. You are their target.)"
"(I want it to stop… I want everything to stop.)"
"(Then let me to help you, Ylva. I know how to make them to stop harming you.)"
"(Can you make them to stop?)" When I heard her saying that, it was then I looked over my shoulder and met the eagle eyes. The coldness on her eyes made me afraid but I didn't turn away. "(How?)"
"(It's simple as it sounds,)" the vildvittra crowed. "(All you have to do is call on me and I shall whip them all. Revenge is the true justice.)"
"(Revenge is the true justice…)"
"(Yes. Remember that.)"
"(What is your name?)"
"(My name is Aina.)"
A week later, Rosenfeldt School
It was another day in school. Like usual. I was alone without any friends and the teachers didn't notice a thing. They'd never notice what was happening. I sat on my favorite swing on the schoolyard. Nobody noticed a thing. They were for themselves and children for themselves. I was used for it. Being alone without having somebody to turn to when I needed it.
The girls were like always on themselves. I was not one with them. I had never been one of them either. They didn't like me. They found me odd and call me for many nasty things. I was even not allowed to be with them either. It didn't matter anyway.
Nobody wanted to deal with me.
As I sat there, daydreaming away, I was not aware of Morgan sneaking behind me. He pushed me forward. I yelped as I fell on the gravel.
"(Who said you can sit here?)" Morgan hissed. His voice sounded angry.
I didn't reply because of my fear. Yet, I was prepared to get hurt.
"(Why aren't you answering, you little cp-damaged idiot?!)" he yelled when I crawled, then getting up on my feet to run as fast as possible. But like usually he caught me up, gripping my arms and swirled me round so our eyes met.
The girls began to squeal eagerly as they started to scream 'fight, fight, fight' over and over again. What surprised me was that Morgan was alone. The other bullies were not with him this time. It'd be easy you would say but the truth was even a single bully was too strong for me.
We fell over each other. With him over me, he started to punch on my chest and face. The fists were everywhere, striking fast like bullets. I tried my best to fight back but he was too much for me. One fist hit my nose. The pain exploded like fire as I cried out in pain.
"(That's right! Cry like a little pig!)" One of the girls yelled, both rejoicing and unfriendly. "You're cp-damaged, cp-damaged!"
The girls started to sing their tease as Morgan continued to punch on me. I closed my eyes, begging for someone to come to save me.
"(Aina…)" suddenly I said the vildvittra's name.
Just then, I felt how close Morgan's breaths were. He smelled disgusting. Worse, he was uncomfortably close to my face. Too close. He had taken both my wrists and pressed them down on the ground.
"(Who's the heck is Aina?)" Morgan asked, growling. He was not patient to wait for answers. He always wanted them directly.
"(I am Aina!)" Then Aina came out of nowhere.
- Aina's POV -
The vildvittra made a quick attack as she threw her head right at the boy's face, the beak wide open and it dug in the flesh of his cheek. She bit deeply, but not enough to take out a whole piece from his face.
Now it was his turn to scream like a pig. Oh, how delightful it was to hear him screaming so loudly in pain that nobody had imagined of that.
A boy that screamed like a little girl.
The vildvittra knew where the boy's weaknesses laid. Soon, as he had let her wings go free, she clenched one wing into a fist and slammed on him at same time after she released her beak from his bleeding cheek. He didn't see that coming.
The boy fell clumsy on the side of his body, screaming in pain when the vildvittra made her next move. The girls, who were standing for the boy's side, were panicking. None of them were brave enough to see blood bleeding from the boy's cheek and the Raven girl who attacked him back, though without knowing that it was Aina who attacked him.
Aina didn't like the girls either. They were always afraid for something they cannot understand.
The vildvittra then turned her attention back to the lying boy, but not before she had taken a thick branch that had fallen from the nearest tree. She rose it up high above her and started slam it against the boy. With no mercy to spare.
The boy had raised his hands up to defend himself but the branch hit him hard just like he did to the Raven girl. Aina felt the same pain the Raven girl received. She hated it. She hated everyone.
Except the Raven girl.
Then she stopped and threw the branch away, only to grab the boy's throat in a horrible attempt to suffocate him. His mouth turned wide open as he couldn't breathe. His hands became desperate and they tried to grab on the wildvittra's wings.
"(Your life is wasteful,)" Aina began to speak. "(You should've known the pain the Raven girl has felt. You should be ashamed!)"
"(Stop it!)" As it happened, she heard suddenly someone's voice calling to stop her. No. No one can control her. Nobody was capable to control Aina, the vildvittra. Nobody!
"(No one controls the vildvittra, silly humans!)" Aina yelled bitterly when she saw an adult rush to them that one of the girls had called.
The adult, a teacher rushed towards Aina, which she really shouldn't do it. Just then, the vildvittra rose up her wings, flapping them in the air when the teacher grasped her. It was then she widened up her beak again to bite on the wrist of the teacher's arm. The bite went hard through the bone.
The teacher screamed in panic. She tried to free herself from the beak of the vildvittra. But it got only worse. The wings slapped against the teacher. Aina bit so hard that the thin blood vines bleed. Her beak was bloody.
Then came the pain. It ached everywhere of her fragile body. Though, she ignored it and kept fighting back until more adults came to the rescue of the teacher who screamed out of her lungs. It was by then, once they separated her, that Aina flew away into the shadows.
Ylva's POV
I didn't know what happened. All I knew was that I attacked Morgan and Miss Johanna. But that was impossible! I didn't do anything to them.
The police came to school. Once they got to know what happened, they asked me if it was true. I shook my head, denying that I did it. I didn't know what happened really. And why are the teachers telling me that I did bite on Morgan and Miss Johanna? That was ridiculous. That was only for babies to do it!
What was happening to me?
The police then decided to contact to mom. It was bad news for me. I knew mom would've turn against me and be angry on me. She hated me much. Nobody knew my mom hated me. No one cared of what was happening between me and mom. It was nobody's business.
The adults believed what the girls and Morgan told them. They accused me to be guilty. But they were so wrong! Why me?
It took not long before mom came to school after school had ended. She was furious on me. She yelled me aloud. She did even call me a worthless freak…
Why do you hate me so much?, I'd always wondered why.
"That's because you are a monster," she had always replied the same answer to me.
Am I a monster?
That was it?
I was a monster to everyone?
Why?
I didn't understand why. Why so much hatred in this world?
When mom got to know what happened in school, she told the police to take me to children's mental hospital. Harshly like always. I prayed to mom to stop it. But never did she listen to me. She left me. But not before she took me to the mental hospital where I will stay there for a while.
Once I was there, I was put in a single room. Before mom left me, she told me she was happy. That she'd finally put me in there. And she did tell me that I will never get out from there again. Then she slapped me for the final time. It hurt so much. I started to cry. Why?
Now I was alone again, with the vildvittra as the only company.
2001, January 16th
Three months had passed by since I was put in. It was now in January and New Year's Eve was over. I met many doctors but none of them could be trusted. Except for one.
Björn.
Dr. Björn Pettersson.
He was different from the others. He was kind. He was the one who spent his time listening on me. He was willing to listen on me. I told him about Aina, the vildvittra. We had long talking moments together. He gave me a diary book so I would write down thing that happened on one day and the other. It helped me to remember things that I would usually forget, others I never forget.
Then he let me be alone, which I was never alone though.
I had Aina.
Aina and I often talked together. She was of course bitter, unfriendly but she never harmed me. We talked only when we were completely alone.
Mom never came to see me. She never did visit even one day to see me at all. That was proof enough that she didn't care of me. But I remembered Hot Shot. I missed him. I wondered where he was. What happened to him? And will I ever see him again? I feared for he might be dead. No! He cannot be dead! He had to stay alive for me. I knew he will come back to me one day.
Which it did actually happened.
It was one afternoon. I was with Dr. Björn Pettersson to talk with him about Aina when we got to know that a visitor had come to see me. I knew it won't be mom. Why would she bother her time to see me?
I didn't expect the hologram of Hot Shot. We met in the meeting room for us only.
"(Ylva...)" he stated my name.
"(Shotty!)" I cried his name as I rushed to his arms and hugged around his neck. He lifted me up from the ground and hugged me tightly.
"(Never shall I leave you again, Ylva,)" he started to cry. "(I'm so sorry… I should've protected you from them.)"
"(Shotty…)" I wept in his neck.
Later, I told him what happened to me. He became horrified and angry on my mom for abandoning me. It was first time he got to know about my mom. He hated her instantly. He told me that she should be ashamed for leaving me alone and never seeing me for so long time. He did even ask what kind of mother would do such a thing to her own child.
I told him that I was a monster to her. Which, according to him, was not true at all.
Alright, the first chapter of two flashback chapters is done. I don't expect much except that you understand that I'm a brutal person and I love brutality. Blame me for reading too much crime novels and other stuff. I hope you enjoyed reading this even if it was so harshly to read. The next chapter will contain the same stuff, so brace for it. However, if you are sensitive, don't read more. I don't care.
