Momoshiro Takeshi//The key to my lock\\8
recap: 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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"This was taken on my 5th birthday. Mum was still with us, and Dad hadn't tsken to drinking yet. I believed I had a happy fanily, until a year later. I was only 6. I heard Dad yelling at Mum for having been unfaithful to him. At that time, I didn't know what 'unfaithful' meant. But anyways, they had a heated argument, and it turned into a fight. I heard things being thrown about, and was terrified out of my wits. I hid in my room, cowering under my blanket. Next morning, Mum was gone, clothes and all- except for her wedding ring. Dad grew into depression and took to alcohol. That time, he hadn't started whipping me yet.
"That was... until my 8th birthday, when he gave me this birthday present." I turned with my back facing him and pulled off my shirt(Momo blushing a slight tinge of pink), revealing the two raw wounds I just got today, a number of others-from mere silvery wisps to harsh red strokes- and the untimate one of all: a thick red scar running from my left shoulder blade all the way down to my right waist. I heard Momo gasp.
"Oh my god. How the hell did you get THAT?" I could feel his eyes widening as he ran his forefinger down the bulging red streak. I shrugged my shirt back on.
"I was walking down the hall, and suddenly, pain seared through my entire body. I fell to the floor, and saw a big, bloody kitchen knife. There was a mirror in the hall, and I screamed at my reflection. My back and clothes were torn hideously apart from the shoulder to the waist. Fresh blood seeped all over my clothes. I looked up and saw my Dad, cackling away like a maniac.
"I crawled to my neighbour's house, leaving blood-stains where i left, and collapsed in their arms. Next thing I knew, I woke up in a hospital and my body was wrapped up in bandages. They said i got 100++ stitches, and asked how i got that gash. They asked a huge load of questions, but i never answered a single one of them. It was the last time i ever asked anyone for help, and the last time I'd ever cried, screamed, spoke or did any emotion for a long, long time.
"When I returned home a week later, Dad had already bought the dog whip, and that's when the abuses started." I looked at Momo. He clenched and unclenched his fists. I put my hands on his clenched ones.
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"This was taken on my 5th birthday. Mum was still with us, and Dad hadn't tsken to drinking yet. I believed I had a happy fanily, until a year later. I was only 6. I heard Dad yelling at Mum for having been unfaithful to him. At that time, I didn't know what 'unfaithful' meant. But anyways, they had a heated argument, and it turned into a fight. I heard things being thrown about, and was terrified out of my wits. I hid in my room, cowering under my blanket. Next morning, Mum was gone, clothes and all- except for her wedding ring. Dad grew into depression and took to alcohol. That time, he hadn't started whipping me yet.
"That was... until my 8th birthday, when he gave me this birthday present." I turned with my back facing him and pulled off my shirt(Momo blushing a slight tinge of pink), revealing the two raw wounds I just got today, a number of others-from mere silvery wisps to harsh red strokes- and the untimate one of all: a thick red scar running from my left shoulder blade all the way down to my right waist. I heard Momo gasp.
"Oh my god. How the hell did you get THAT?" I could feel his eyes widening as he ran his forefinger down the bulging red streak. I shrugged my shirt back on.
"I was walking down the hall, and suddenly, pain seared through my entire body. I fell to the floor, and saw a big, bloody kitchen knife. There was a mirror in the hall, and I screamed at my reflection. My back and clothes were torn hideously apart from the shoulder to the waist. Fresh blood seeped all over my clothes. I looked up and saw my Dad, cackling away like a maniac.
"I crawled to my neighbour's house, leaving blood-stains where i left, and collapsed in their arms. Next thing I knew, I woke up in a hospital and my body was wrapped up in bandages. They said i got 100++ stitches, and asked how i got that gash. They asked a huge load of questions, but i never answered a single one of them. It was the last time i ever asked anyone for help, and the last time I'd ever cried, screamed, spoke or did any emotion for a long, long time.
"When I returned home a week later, Dad had already bought the dog whip, and that's when the abuses started." I looked at Momo. He clenched and unclenched his fists. I put my hands on his clenched ones.
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