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Dreams will only be dreams... It just takes time to forget them.

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-Chapter 6--Dreams will only be dreams-

"You're a damn liar. You know that?... Always crying and complaining like a dumb bitch about everything. Always blaming others!

Do you think that you're the only one in pain? You selfish piece of shit! "

A sharp sting spread throughout my left cheek, tears sliding down my horrified face as I looked up at my mommy.

What have I done to her to make her hate me so much?

What happened that she was staring at me like that with so much hatred?

Why is she acting like this all of a sudden?

She has never laid a finger on me before.

"You make me sick to my stomach, just like your father. Who pretended to love me.

You and your father are the same.

Worthless, stupid pieces of shit, who only think about themselves and screw everyone else around them in the process. " She narrows her blue eyes at me. Hatred was the only thing reflected in her dark eyes.

"You even look like him. Mocking me every single damn day. Since the moment you were born! " Why is she saying such hurtful things like that to me? Tears start sliding down my warm cheeks in an endless loop.

All my senses were alerted to the danger that was going to emerge from nowhere at any minute now. I could sense it in my bones.

"Why didn't you just die that day?" She shouts at me. All I could do was stand there dumbfounded at the situation, just waiting for my new stepfather to stop her.

Yet, my new stepfather just stands there watching the whole scenario go down. A smug look was plastered on his face-enjoying my pain and tears.

Why is he not stopping her?

My mommy disappears for a moment, leaving me alone again with my stepfather.

My stepfather was holding a brown glass bottle in his right hand. Once in a while, he'll take a small sip. And every time he does that, I can hear the liquid inside the bottle stirring.

All I could hear was the clock ticking, the liquid in his bottle moving and my own heartbeat hammering inside my chest.

The ticking of the clock lets me know that time hasn't stopped.

The strong odor of the beverage was just letting me know that this wasn't a nightmare.

And my poor frightened heart was letting me know that this was my new reality, that I'd have to face it from now on.

I hear a door creak open, slowly. My mommy returns with a warm smile on her face. For a split second, I felt relieved that she was not angry anymore.

But that small moment of relief was now cut short when my mommy gripped a full fist of my hair and yanked me towards the end of the dark hallway.

Every single strand of hair on my head felt like it was being pulled out. I tried to get on my own two feet again, but it was useless.

How can a seven-year-old me outpower a 28-year-old woman? Who was five-times bigger than me, and much stronger than me too? It's simply impossible.

My scalp felt like a million sharp needles were poking it all at the same time.

The only thing that was heard throughout the dark, long hallways was the piercing scream of a terrified child that was pleading for her life and her mommy's forgiveness.

My stepfather followed along, watching me with dull, sinister eyes, enjoying the show. A weak smile spread on his face, as if he was proud that my mommy was doing this to me.

This can't be real... this just can't be real. This must be a bad dream.

We came to a complete stop in front of the open door that was connected to the dark, dusty basement. My heart begins to beat extremely fast, making it hard for me to concentrate on my surroundings.

Tears still run down my warm cheeks. My mommy makes me get back up on my own two feet.

And she orders me to go down into the dark, dusty basement.

I looked up at her with pleading eyes, hoping that she wouldn't make me go down there.

All I earned was another slap from her. This time, it was much harder and more painful. All my stepfather did was chuckle like a mad man.

"Go down there now, you little piece of shit. Before, I force you to go down those stairs myself. "

I started to slowly walk down the dark, dusty stairs when I got to the bottom. I turned around to see my mommy's face. She slams the door and locks it from the outside, locking me in here.

Complete darkness consumes me, embracing me with a new reality that I must face from now on. Making me accept that my sweet mommy that I have loved and admired is now gone, never to be seen again.

I slowly sit on the cold, hard concrete floor, waiting for my mommy to calm down.

But hours passed by and she never came back to check on me. I begin to worry if she is really planning to leave me here on a snowy, cold night.

All I had on was my thin baby blue pajamas. I stand up from my sitting position. I place my left hand on the cold concrete wall to guide me in this pitch-black basement.

While my right hand is stretched out in front of me to stop me from hitting myself from the front in this pitch-black room, I walk up the stairs as slowly as possible, too, not take a wrong step-that would end me up in a really awful situation.

Every step that I took up the stairs made this eerie, high-pitched creaking sound, making my poor heart beat harder inside my chest.

I finally made it to the door. I started moving the doorknob to see if the door was unlocked... but it wasn't.

The door unlocked out of nowhere. I froze on the spot at the image that was in front of me. My mommy was standing there with an annoyed expression on her face.

Her eyes were starting to turn a little reddish with anger.

Her squinted light eyes were bloodshot red, like a dangerous animal looking for its next meal. Like a monster that comes out of those scary folk myths that parents tell their kids about at bedtime.

She was completely naked, with bruises all over her body. It was a terrifying sight to see. She did not even give me time to speak when she just pushed me down the flight of stairs without any hesitation or remorse.

The last thing I could hear before the dark engulfed me in its darkness was" Stay where you belong, you filthy little slut. Nobody else will help you now!" She starts laughing hysterically, looking down at me with resentment, irritation, and hatred.

My eyes spring open, as I slowly sit up on the bed, trying to even out my shaky breath, trying to calm down my sad heart.

It has been a long time since I had that specific dream. I closed my eyes and whispered to myself, "It's only a damn dream. It's only a nightmare. Don't let it get to you. She's gone now... no, those two monsters are gone now. There are g–"but someone interrupts me.

"Are you sure that they're really gone?" A deep, dark voice is heard. I quickly opened my eyes to see who said that.

There's a big male figure sitting on a wooden chair with his arms crossed in front of his chest, looking at me with a sinister look on his face in this dark bedroom.

The only source of light was the moonlight shining through the window, slightly illuminating the dark bedroom.

A creepy feeling goes down my spine and spreads throughout my whole body. I squinted my eyes to see who was sitting in that chair, and it was Kevin.

It was the same feeling that those monsters gave off. He smiled at me, but that smile of his didn't reach his gray eyes.

A feeling inside me tells me to get away from this guy as quickly as possible.

He is bad news.

"Yes, I am certain. Why do you ask that? " I frowned at him, waiting for him to respond to my question.

Does he know where my mother is...or my stepfather?

Are they close by, lurking in the shadows waiting to get to me... when I'm alone?

My wild thoughts were interrupted by the door of the bedroom swinging open so suddenly that it startled me a little.

The light from the hallway illuminates the room a little more, chasing away the darkness of the bedroom.

"Why is she in your bedroom, boy?" His mother stands there with her hands on her hips. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she squinted her blue eyes dangerously at the young man. Who was just sitting there on the wooden chair, calmly.

I looked at him and all he did was shrug at his mother and say, "Is it wrong to play with my new baby sister?" Nancy. " Then he gave her a charming smile. It was so different from the smile that he gave me a while ago.

You could feel the tension in the room building up. It was kind of suffocating to be here, right now.

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