In Love With My Best Friend.
le... the princess
my father! Unable to control myself because before I knew it, I was already punishing her. Not
the pompous idiot. We ended up arguing, and without warning, he punched me. Before I could react, he was on top of me, delivering more pu
er that my friend had returned, I observed her eyes light up, and I felt even more hatred. She has no ri
of us. The argument shifted focus, and now it was about her sick desire. Not knowing what to do, I left the house to think and realized I
e with tears streaming down her face and red eyes. I walked up to her and, as I brought the device to my ear, I heard that imbecile's v
st the wall and grabbed
ake care of y
, I slapped her across the face. She stumbled, falling and hitting her head on the corner of the night
t, my dear. You will learn no
ed my
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less with each slap and punch. I close my eyes to avoid witnessing my father punishing m
ut I still keep my eyes closed, a
orcefully pulled away from my ears, and he
nishing her again. With each blow, I hear my mother's painful moans grow fainter. He stands up and
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nd up, turn around, and head towards the bathroom. I wash my hands and look at myself in the mirror, seeing my blood-stained clothes. I take them off
sweet girl," I run my fingers through her blood-soaked hair, and i
ing that image into my memory, immortalizing
iss you,
ognizable, shaking my head. Even tho
no one else will have what's mine
e engine and leave the garage, engaging in lively conversation with my deceased wife throughout the journey. I head to a place I loved as a child, and as soon as I arrive at the nature reserve, I park the car and step out. Since it's dark, I leave the headlights on to illuminate the path. I walk a few kilometers with the shovel in hand, whistli
I grab the shovel and start covering her with dirt, still whis
left some memories!" I smil