Momoshiro Takeshi//The key to my lock\\7
Recap: I let the branch go. It swung back to its original position.
.............................................
"It's nothing." I returned to my place.
"Nothing?! Hey man, you're stronger than me! And I'm one of the most powerful power players in the team, other than Taka-san." Momo waved his arms about frantically.
"I repeat: It's nothing." I put my hands beind my head, what i usually do(if you haven't noticed, you are real slow.) I saw Momo's eyes travel up my arms to just under my sleeve. I looked at my arm. What was yesterday a raw red wound is now a swollen red tube. It bulged like a thin red snake up my arm.
"What d'you want me to tell you." I put my arms down and looked at Momo.
"Why you got that.. that thing on your arm, and why is your Dad so mean. He isn't fit to be your Dad." He scoffed. "Not even mamushi deserves him." He added in an undertone.
"The night before you saw me at the pool, Dad whipped me again. He was drunk- makes no difference as he's always drunk- and he always whips me for no reason at all."
"Waddya mean 'again'? You mean he always whips you?" Momo looked angry.
I studied this weird guy. Why's he so concerned about me? He'd only known me for a week.
"Yes..." I said slowly. "I should tell you the whole story. Otherwise you wouldn't understand." Momo nodded.
"ive me a second." I climbed back into my room, found a key and opened a dusty cupboard that apparently hadn't been opened in years. It was the cupboard I kept all my past memories, which i had locked 5 years ago when I forced myself to forget about my past. Inside, there were many precious treasures: Mum and Dad's wedding rings, Mum's ex-favourite bangle, a thick family photo album and the like, stuffs that i have saved before Mum left, before... before everything happened. I felt a terrible ache somewhere, something I hadn't felt in a long time. I brushed the thought away and blew away a thick dust cover off the album. I plucked out a photograph. It was cut into many pieces, then retaped back together. It showed a picture of me, Mum, and Dad when i was 5, on my birthday the year before Mum left. I was the cute chubby little girin the center with dancing midnight eyes and pale brown hair tied up in two cute little tufts. Mum was radiant and beautiful, Dad was charming and handsome.
I locked the cupboard and climbed out of the window and back on the tree where Momo was waiting. I showed him the photograph.
.............................................
"It's nothing." I returned to my place.
"Nothing?! Hey man, you're stronger than me! And I'm one of the most powerful power players in the team, other than Taka-san." Momo waved his arms about frantically.
"I repeat: It's nothing." I put my hands beind my head, what i usually do(if you haven't noticed, you are real slow.) I saw Momo's eyes travel up my arms to just under my sleeve. I looked at my arm. What was yesterday a raw red wound is now a swollen red tube. It bulged like a thin red snake up my arm.
"What d'you want me to tell you." I put my arms down and looked at Momo.
"Why you got that.. that thing on your arm, and why is your Dad so mean. He isn't fit to be your Dad." He scoffed. "Not even mamushi deserves him." He added in an undertone.
"The night before you saw me at the pool, Dad whipped me again. He was drunk- makes no difference as he's always drunk- and he always whips me for no reason at all."
"Waddya mean 'again'? You mean he always whips you?" Momo looked angry.
I studied this weird guy. Why's he so concerned about me? He'd only known me for a week.
"Yes..." I said slowly. "I should tell you the whole story. Otherwise you wouldn't understand." Momo nodded.
"ive me a second." I climbed back into my room, found a key and opened a dusty cupboard that apparently hadn't been opened in years. It was the cupboard I kept all my past memories, which i had locked 5 years ago when I forced myself to forget about my past. Inside, there were many precious treasures: Mum and Dad's wedding rings, Mum's ex-favourite bangle, a thick family photo album and the like, stuffs that i have saved before Mum left, before... before everything happened. I felt a terrible ache somewhere, something I hadn't felt in a long time. I brushed the thought away and blew away a thick dust cover off the album. I plucked out a photograph. It was cut into many pieces, then retaped back together. It showed a picture of me, Mum, and Dad when i was 5, on my birthday the year before Mum left. I was the cute chubby little girin the center with dancing midnight eyes and pale brown hair tied up in two cute little tufts. Mum was radiant and beautiful, Dad was charming and handsome.
I locked the cupboard and climbed out of the window and back on the tree where Momo was waiting. I showed him the photograph.
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