Can't Hide Forever

Chapter 3

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We sat in silence there for about 10 minutes or so, not knowing what to say to each other. I mean come on! How do you even start a conversation like this? I was not wanting to be the first one to start so I just sat there waiting. Somehow wanting this all to be over with, but also for my mum to know about all of it, to know how I kept it all in... I needed to get it out.This time not by writing it down, but actually tell it to my mom. I was finally going to take a stand.

The suspense was killing me, so I sat up, straightening my back ready for my mum's interrogations, although knowing she will be honestly understanding. I saw her take a deep breath and look at me. 'Alright, here we go.' I thought, mentally tying to prepare myself too.

"Ok, so I'm just going to come out and ask", she paused for a minute, "how long has *this* been going on for?"

I didn't want to keep any more secrets from her so, I told her*everything *from when my dad first hit me when I was 8. I told her from how he tried to drown me in the bath all the way to pushing me downstairs, just around last year. My mum looked like she was going to cry again so I got up from my seat and knelt at her feet with my head in her lap. She seemed to calm down a little bit, taking deep breaths, the maternal scent she gave off simultaneously calming me down too, to carry on.

"Why," her voice broke, so she cleared her throat and tried again, "Why didn't you tell me?" she questioned.

"All those times that I had to rush you to the hospital because you*'apparently fell'* and broke your wrist or, got hit in gym, this was all it rounds upto? I can't believe I never noticed this, the pattern that was forming. All the brutally formed bruises that you would suddenly have after a day at school, my so-called-husband caused this to my darling? I can't believe I never pushed you into telling me. What kind of a mother does that make me, not noticing that her precious daughter was going through hell *everyday*at the hands of a man that she loved*very* dearly?"

I tilted my head to look up at her with mixed emotions; I didn't know what to say anymore. I don't know why I never told her about this abuse. I just thought it was best, for both me and for her, to keep it all to myself. I mean I only had 2 more years to live with him, and then I could move out and maybe go off on my own. But now, everything has changed. My mum was still waiting on my answer, her eyes brimming with tears, but this time showing fury, so I told her the only thing I could.

"I don't know why I never told you, I didn't know how to. To be honest."

"But honey, you could tell me anything you know that!" she spoke softly, trying to convey her feelings through her whisper yelled words.

She was right, I could tell her anything, but this seemed to be something I couldn't tell her. I didn't want to break her heart. I know she loved my dad dearly and I didn't want to make my mum choose between her husband and daughter. We continued to just sit there with my mum playing with my hair, just like she used to back when we were settled and she didn't have to work all the time.

"We need to leave Lena, and we need to leave soon," mum said, her voice hinting that it was definitely running through her mind for a while, and now she was finally giving out her confirmed, well-thought solution.

"What? Why? Where are we even going to go, I don't want you to quit your job and look for another one, you had worked so hard and earned it too. I don't want to take you away from all your friends and acquaintances too mum..." During my little rant, all she did was shaking her head at me with a look of utter disbelief.