Chapter : Five
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Elle's POV
Eli gasped out as he seen that I had my mom's lifeless body in my arms and a gun next to me. Oh no, does he think I killed her?
"Help Eli she's dead!" I screamed out to him and he gave me a disgusted look. He does think that I killed her. How could he ever think that I would ever kill my own mother, how could he even think that I would kill someone in general? Did everyone really think that I was that bad?
I saw that he rang someone up and in minutes, I saw my brother and father running up to me and my now dead mother. I had tears streaming down my face faster than the rain fell from the gloomy clouds. As my father got closer, I noticed how he had tears coming from his eyes as well, as he got a hold of my mother and I back away with my now bloody clothes sticking to my body.
"Dad I swear I didn't do anything I found her like this, please you have to believe" I begged out to him, falling on my knees letting loud sobs come from my mouth. He looked over towards me and his expression changed on his face. Anger, disgust, sadness. My own father thought that I would kill my other flesh and blood. How could everyone think that I could do such a thing?
"You will go home immediately and stay in your bedroom!" My father shouted towards me with a power in his voice I never knew he had. This just made the tears come quicker than I ever thought they could. I quickly got up and ran home to scared of what would happen next. Would he punish me for something I never done? Everyone believed that I killed her. As soon as I reached my home, I ran straight up to my room and cried for hours. By morning I was sure that I would look like hell.
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I was awoken by loud banging on my door. As soon as I was about to get up and open it, my father burst through the door with an angry expression laying on his face.
"You did this, you took your mother away from me and your brother! How could you do this to us!" He screamed at me stalking towards me. Only noticing as he got closer it looked like he had a belt in his hand. Was he really going to whip his own daughter for something I had not even done? My own father!! "How could you" are the words he repeated after whipping me, one and another. Anger and disgust. It carried on for what felt like years until my body gave out and I started seeing dots, slowly losing consciousness.
"You killed your mother, you b***h!" Was the last thing I heard before I lost all my conscious.
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I slowly began to wake up, my head pounding and there was blood all over the floor. I had not been moved from when my father came into my room. How long was I out for? I slowly tried to get up only for my back to ache with pain. My whole back was killing from the whipping that was created by my father. I managed after some time to get up and walked into the bathroom, and I regretted looking into the mirror. Once a happy cheerful girl was now, ashamed. I felt horrible, disgusted with what I saw looking back at me.
My eyes with red and puffy, my face had lost all color, even my hair looked horrible and ragged. No wonder everyone was ashamed of me. As I walked out the bathroom my brother came into my room.
"You will still be going to high school. Just because you- you killed our mother does not mean you will get treated like everyone else, you worthless whore." And with that he left the room slamming my door behind him and I made my way to the bed bawling my eyes out. I knew the abuse that I was going to receive of everyone was already starting but I prayed that everything was going to be okay and I knew that she was looking over me.
"It’s not my fault" I thought to my self-repeating the words she said to me before everything changed.
I apologize if this is a little too short, I spent hours trying to write it but I hope you enjoy it!! :)
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