-Eliot wait for me, where are you going?,i scream to my brother,who was leaving from home in the middle of the night all alone.what got into him?is so dark outside
Eliot stoped ,he turned back and looked at me with his blue eyes ,his expression instantly darked,i never see him again that angry , what got into him
-don't worry Annette I will be back by the mornings
-why...i
-don't you understand I can't hear or see that monster torture my mother anymore and I can't stand being part of it. At that time I see a strange maturity for a young boy near 5 years old.
"Monster"was a right definition to describe my father's personality I understand quite well what Elliot means.My father's was a useless alcoholic bastard . he's anger was terrifying .From an early age i learnt to hide in the corner whenever I hear screams or bottles of beer brakes my mother was the victim of his torture For a reason that never understand she never left him maybe she was used in that kind of abuse. If I were her I would have killed him without any remorse.
I grab my brother hand tight! Then I will come with you .
He nodded at me with a smile, we quickly find our perfect place in the
wood spend our nights like this one .we laughed,tell stories and count stars for the first time in 8 years i made good memories in that house
But good days didn't last long. ...
One day my father take me with him for a long "walk" and he kind abandoned me in the street i didn't how to get back home probably i was a burden to him .
I walk for a long time my feet was itching and my eyes was sore from crying ,i sit on the ground feeling scared , abandoned, cold unwanted, i want to hug Eliot and mom sleep under the stars... I want to go home.
Well i didn't finish with my past or my explanation
In that ungly situation i met her for the first time,my angel, my saviour.....