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Place she would never go back to

She hasn't been back since that horrible event happened in her family, she decided not to return. Not to go back to the place she grew up in. By going back the memories she wanted to bury would suddenly surface to life. She had made sure that those memories for the past four years were hidden within her. No one knew, no one had to find out she thought.

When I decided to make Seattle, Washington my home, she felt like she could start anew. Every time she closed my eyes, the place she so longed to forget would reappear. The screaming, the agony and the pain, the pain that never ended. Pain in wanting to do more, but not feelings enough. The screaming of a sixteen year old in need of help but no one coming to her rescue. Every night the constant screaming of agony that would overcome me, she was tired of feeling useless. At that time, she couldn't save the person I screamed for. All she could do was see the blood, the blood that soon was on me. Knowing it wasn't hers as she didn't feel or see where the it came from. She would constantly look around and see whose blood it was, and couldn't see.

I began to sleep in fear. I would wake up screaming. Thinking of what my childhood consisted of, agony and pain. Seeing her getting beat to death almost and not being able to save her. Her fear was that she would get touched, so she would constantly stay quiet about her beating and cover them with makeup. Sometimes when the arguments would begin, she would hear silence as the beating would start. That's something that will always mark her, seeing her mother like that, vulnerable.

Since leaving the small town behind, she had promised to myself that she would live in a place where there was neighborhood's nextdoor. That someone would constantly be next door not like where she had lived, in the middle of nowhere. You may ask, why the need to have neighbors? The house which she lived in was practically in the middle of nowhere as it was in a small town. The neighbors we had were a mile away, and they couldn't help. Not having neighbors made life harder as no one would hear the screaming for miles.Or when she was forced to clean the mess of blood that he would leave behind. That is something that living in the city changed, her having constant people living next door.

Living in Seattle has given her the peace I had so longed for, a normal life. A life where constant fear wasn't apart of, where I could be just simply me. At first it was hard to adjust to a normal life, I was used to living a life terror and constant fear.

There was a phone call that I had received that reassured me something for sure, he was dying or dead. Hoping it was the second choice.

"May I speak with Sofia Alvarez" I remember they said.

I haven't heard of that name, my maiden name since I left that house. Ever since I got married I took the last name Perez as it was so what giving me a new start.

" She's speaking" I replied as I was confused as to whom was calling.

" Hello ma'am, I'm calling from the Cullen law firm. I'm calling in regards of a will that your father Gilbert Hernandez left with you as a beneficiary. Is there anytime that you will be able to come in?" said the lawyer.

" He's finally dead!" I laughed.

" Yes ma'am. Mr. Alvarez died about two weeks ago" She replied back.

In some way I was happy, happy that he was dead and that I didn't have to see his face again. This time around I would have good news to tell her when I visit.

" I'm sorry, he wasn't the greatest father. But what has he left on the will" I said as I kept stirring the food I was cooking for my husband.

" On the will, he has left you a home in Corpus Christi, Texas" the lady said, which got me chills.

The house that I had run away from for so long. The house where everything started.

Till this day, I remember how the house looks. The house was able to deceivable to anyone that would walk past it. It had a nice shade of bone white on the exterior. As you looked closely you were able to see a beautiful garden which my mother was fascinated by her work. She sure did have a green thumb, not like me. You were able to see some gold that columns were adorned by. She always felt that she lived in a fairytale where nothing bad happens. Where your imagination was able to run wild as you were able to lived out your fantasies. That's the one happiest memories she had of living in that house. When looking at the house for the outside, you would never guess what really happened within. The time she spent in that house made her live in agony and every shade of fear you could think of. Closing her eyes she was able to see the stain of blood on the sofas , the stain of blood on the bed sheets. Her trying to help her mother remove them before he would return.