I took a step back, only to bump into the wall behind me. I tried to run towards the door, but I was unsuccessful. My father took another step towards me, a belt in his hand. "Come back here, sweetheart." I stood frozen in place, fear coursing through my veins. He laughed, taking long strides towards me. When he reached me, I closed my eyes, readying myself for the attack. He hit me. It didn't hurt. I didn't care. It only hurt when my mom just stood there, her face expressionless as she saw me get hit. I cried then and it felt pathetic. She didn't save me, didn't cry for him to stop. All she did was stand, a blank look on her face.The only person who I thought loved me acted as if nothing mattered. She never did anything, and I thought the world might be ending. I felt shattered then; broken, worthless and pathetic. I was Baadrung.
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