By J. TNANGA

School ended and it was time for me to go home. My least favorite time of the day, and there is a really good reason for that. My father. He’s abusive. He used to work in the military but the war years are over and most countries are trying to have peace. Conflicts are become less and less, and with space travel being open to anyone (Just have to participate in a six-month training for space travel), anyone is capable of going to space, it is no longer a government-only program. With conflicts decreasing, countries all over the world are starting to let their soldiers go, out of the 100% of military soldiers, the government is only keeping 70% of them. My father was just one of those unlucky thirty percent.

My father is abusive. With his job lost, and never having a back-up degree or being good with anything other than fights, takes his anger out on my mom. I would report my father, but my mom begged me not too. She told me, my father will eventually realize what he is doing and will come around. But it doesn’t make any sense to me. My father had been this way for the past five years. What little good memories I had of him are pretty much gone.

My memories began to speed up again as the wind tornado approaches me. It is now 7 years before my father started beating my mom. We were in a restaurant eating food and having a good time.

“How’s school going, Farla?” asked my father.

“It’s going well, I got perfect score on my finals” I exclaimed with a proud smile. “It was as easy as cutting cheese, or was this one of the 21st century expression, although I don’t understand why they would say cheese is easy to cut. There are many type of cheese these days”

“Getting off to your whole world again, Farla, but that’s what I love about you, you are so smart” replied my dad. “Just like your beautiful mom right here”

“Oh, darling, you are embarrassing me” laughed my mom. “Farla, you are good girl, you will make us proud”

“Oh, yes, she will” said dad. “I can already see it”

“No, you can’t” I tease. “No one can see the future”

“It isn’t about seeing the future Farla, it is about what you believe in” said dad. “That’s the whole reason why I joined the military in the first place”

“What do you believe in?” I inquired. “You never really told me”

“I believe in this country, and would fight any day for it” said dad with a straight face. “Except of course if you two girls decided to captured and lock me in the house because you are scared that I’ll die fighting”

“Oh, no, we wouldn’t do something like that” said my mom and I with a tease. “We don’t love you that much”

“And besides wars are ending pretty much everywhere” added mom. “Soon, there might be actual peace. I remember reading in a history holographic when growing up that that’s what the US wanted to do during WWI and WWII, but it never truly happened, since so many wars took place after that. The whole concept of peace became shaken, that is until the middle of the 22nd century came”

“Yeah, I remember hearing that too” said dad in a sad tone. “My ancestors fought in the Korean War, actually. I am not sure about WWII, though”

“Well, that’s deep” said mom, realizing she shouldn’t have brought this topic. “But anyway to Peace”

My mom lifted up her glass of wine and gave a toast to my dad. “Can’t wait to be 19 years old to drink” I thought. “I wonder how it taste like”

“Anyway dear, I am glad they gave you such a nice vacation” said my mom with a smile. “You don’t have to go back anytime soon, right?”

“Actually I am good only for this month, they are currently making any last military details and stuff like that” said my dad. “Anyway, let’s enjoy this food. It’s been a while since I last ate some good 1st class food”

My memories began to speed up, the setting changes, and is now replaced with my middle school 8th grade years. It was during middle school, 7th grade in fact, that my dad became abusive. I arrived home, to find my mom kneeling in the floor, giving my father a hand-job. It have become an usual sight.

The moment you entered my house, or to be exact the poor side in Metro-Police, and yes, there is a poor side in Metro-Police, the place where all the houses are all together, and if a fire start (not that it would start since all I-Stove and I-Oven have all become intelligent and are able to detect the percentage probability of a fire, and automatically will cancel (or turn off, whichever you prefer) all the fire lit on the stove or oven.) Therefore, fires almost never happened, but if it did, the fire would spread to the other houses since all the houses touched. The moment you enter my house, if you were to strode along to the living room, at around 1:00pm, there, you would find my mom doing something to my dad. It could be anything from blowjobs to handjobs or full-blown sex, foot-job, etc.).

Don’t get me wrong, my mom is not a pervert, it is just that my dad will not stop beating, unless he feel good, and sex makes him relax a bit, at least for a good couple of hours. It’s either that, or beer. My mom doesn’t want to buy beers since that would affect the health of my dad, and would make my dad even more abusive. My dad also does T.A. Drugs. He is addicted to it, and every day, for example today, he would take it and beat my mom, unless my mom offered to give him a hand-job or something like that.

At first I found that to be nasty and gross, but after years of opening the doors home, and entering the living room and seeing my parents naked bodies doing it right there and then, I must say I have gotten used to it. I remember I used to freak out, but now, I am relatively calm, in fact, it became a part of my life so much, that if I were to enter home, and my parents were not doing it, I would think it was weird and that something was seriously wrong. I am not sure if I should be feeling this way or if I should see a psychologist. But either way, my grades at school are unaffected, I am still the good “Kid” that my parents wanted.

I am not sure if it’s because of my dad being abusive that made me work so hard at school so I can get a good scholarship to go to a good university and make a name for myself, but ever since my dad became abusive, I have taken it upon myself to help organize all the payments needed to be done around the house. (Electrical/water, etc.), not only that I still have homework to do, yet, I always managed to find time to do all that.

These days I spent much of my time thinking, if there is something wrong with me. After watching my dad beating on my mom, when I see something that freaks another person, like a person committing suicide, I don’t find that heart-breaking at all. In fact, I kind of love it. I also noticed I masturbate a lot. I even used this toy I found as my (fake d***) to enter in my p****, and the feeling I get is so good.

I enjoy it really slow and smooth. I don’t like it fast at all. Yes, I’ll admit, when it foes fast, it’s really good, it’s amazing if you will, but the pleasure just end there, going slow and taking your time is the way to go. It makes the pleasure seems so much more and lasts longer, and that is how I truly orgasm.

If I am in a hurry and going to be late to school, I don’t masturbate really fast, I’ll just not masturbate that morning. But I masturbate at least three times a week. I am not sure if that’s normal for an eighth grader girl, and I can’t rely on my mom for answers. I am keeping all this inside my head, I am not even writing this in my diary for fear of someone finding this.

As all those emotions resurface in Farla’s mind, a single glowingly clear memory penetrate Farla’s thoughts and emotions like lightning striking someone….

Today, everything is going the same way as before, well as normally as it can, if you consider your mom giving your dad sex in their bedroom as a way for him not to beat your mom, normal, then be my guess. Finally, I am seventeen years old. I have attained the confidence to do something unusual in this cloudy with 60% chance of rain day. This morning, I sent an anonymous tipped that my dad was doing drugs, and the police came to investigate with their drug detectors, and they found traces of drugs in out house, they arrested my dad. I somehow manage to convince my mom to testify against my dad, and together we managed to get my dad prison time, for a very long time. It was not easy convincing my mom, I had to be strong and show my mom how much stronger we have gotten, and tell her the hard truth that my dad, wouldn’t wake up one dad, and want his old life back, that this sex act-abusiveness would just continue and not end.

After all was done. It started to rain, and the air was a bit chilly. My mom and I were in the street, just one hour after testifying against my dad, we were both pretty exhausted, but I wanted to make the best of what the day offered. We went to some stores, even in the rain (the rain have no effect on the individuals in the 23rd century; the clothes that the individuals wear have protective layers that absorbed rain, and book packs, pens and pencils, almost all materials are made of those protective layer-material that absorbed rain, and the make whatever it is shined brighter, i.e. hat—(It rain, the hat absorbed the water, then, after absorbing, starts to shined a bit)).

Afterwards, we started hearing screams in the streets, and we saw blood. It wasn’t just a mere blood amount, that frighten me (well it made my heart beat fast, really fast, (Just what is wrong with me?)), then, knowing something was wrong (since everything I feel excited about mean that it’s something bad, like watching a scary movie where the guy gets his head cut off), I hurried and grabbed my mom’s hands and started running. And sure enough, where we were, the other passersby, all got cut in half, but that wasn’t even the weird part. The weird part was that the person who cut them in half did so apparently with her hand. “Is that even possible” I thought, while running with my mom. Then upon closer inspection of the person that cut the man, the person is reveal to be a beautiful lady with light red haired similar to a rose’s, her face is extremely pale that looks eternally beautiful and her eyes, were stunningly beautiful with their color being green, she was perfect. And I am a girl, and I must say, I am not ugly at all, I am actually quite good looking myself, and many boys confessed their affection for me, but I refused them all!!!!

So for me to be saying this perfectly beautiful woman to be good looking, have to be true, otherwise, I would find the biggest flaw through that perfection and would only be talking about that, but I couldn’t. She was too perfect, the more I look at her, the more beautiful she got.

Before I realized it, my mom and I have stopped running and was staring. The beautiful woman looked at us, then she put her hands to her head and started muttering something.

“Stop, just stop” muttering the beautiful girl. “I don’t want to hurt those people. Stop controlling me”

Then suddenly her eyes widen as if she was in extreme shock, then her eyes went back to normal and she redirected her attention to us.

“I am going to kill you” states the beautiful girl with a mechanical voice that make her appearance look completely wicked and detestable coming from such a beautiful young lady. “Die”

Before we realized what was going on, the beautiful lady appeared in front of us, so fast it was like she teleported. She once more shriek, then proceeds to attack, then before I could comprehend, my mom got in front of me, and protected me from the punch that was aimed at me. It stroked my mom directly in the heart and she died, before she could say a word to me.

“MMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM” I yelled at the top of my lungs, but I knew that she wasn’t able to hear me. “No, don’t die on me, mom, I am only seventeen, I need you. Mom”

Then everything in my mind, clicked. As if, all my weirdness was gone, I wasn’t feeling excited over everything that happened. My dad bullying me, telling on my dad. And getting all excited when I see blood, I mean, I am looking at my mom’s bloody body right now, but my heart isn’t racing like before. I feel like everything that have happened since my dad started beating us was no longer a dream. I feel that I finally woke up, like my memory was in a fog or a daze or in a maze, never being able to fully reach my emotions, but now I can. I can finally feel my true emotions, and realized how weird everything that was happening in my house was, and it took my mom’s death to realize this.

All this took place in a mere instant, before the beautiful lady could remove her hand from my mom’s body, before my tears could slowly fall down, before I knew how to reacted, then, with no noticed, something started shooting at the beautiful lady.

The beautiful lady then teleported (run, but so fast, it looks like teleportation), and when I turned around, I found a beautiful child hiding her face with her hat and scarf even in this degree. He then, grabbed my hand, and started running. I was too dumbfounded to do anything, to even care, I let her move me.

And that is how I first encountered Gall-Bree and how she/he saved my life. No one of us knows whether Gall-Bree is a guy or a girl, even though we been giving Gall-Bree hints, like saying you are a cute girl, or a cute guy, Gall-Bree never pay attention to what we say, he/she only gets angry when we tease him about being a prince or princess, or some kind of royalty, or when we act completely sarcastic. Besides that, Gall-Bree is the best thing that have happened to me. And I owe Gall-Bree my life.