"So you still want to hunt me for the rest of my life" I muttered angrily as I got up from the bed. Looking around I realized why I didn't need an alarm clock ,these nightmares seem to do the job. Thinking about it, they seem to have the same pattern this week and seem to have me completely terrorized and the worst part was I could never wake up till it was done ruining me. It was like I was held back everytime I tried to get up or frozen. Utterly frustrating. Shaking those thoughts off, I decided to get ready for school.
Well, I'm Willa Clarke. Your everyday 16 year old with a bit of a past. I thought I had a happy family, you know the normal loving parents ,not only loving Elodie and I, but loving one another. We were not rich but atleast we were happy or so I thought. Thinking about it, the signs were always there but I just overlooked it. I always thought it was weird how it was that whenever my parents had a fight, my mum will try her best to keep us out of it but my dad used us as allies on a battlefield. He would call us into his room and tell us all manner of things my mum did to him or said to him. Luckily for Elodie, she was closer to my mum so she barely had his time but I on the other hand was a daddy's girl. I would always listen to him and his tales and slowly he crept into my gullible mindset. I was just a child then, 7 or 8 years old then. To this day I am grateful for Elodie telling mum what he had said to us otherwise I probably would have hated her to the core. I remember her calling me into her room and telling me that it wasn't right for me to get myself involved in their fights and it wasn't fair on me. In all honesty, I was already believing him and every chance he got he would poison my mind against my mother. That was until he left us for the first time and I saw my mum kneel and plead but he dismissed her and walked away. I was ten when that happened. I had friends, read novels and watched alot of movies and I hadn't seen loving parents do what he did. At 12 years old he came back claiming he was working to move us up financially. The fights increased and the tension was suffocating. He started calling us again into his room to feed us with his lies but I had outgrown that stage. Unfortunately, that was the same time Elodoe began believing him, how she changed I really don't know but she was still small, just barely 9 years old , so I waved it off and decided to focus on my mum. I had noticed that she wasn't really talking anymore and she was always in her room. One day, I couldn't take it anymore and walked into her room to see her looking lifeless on her bed. I can still remember the fear that gripped me when I thought that death had got to her before I could. I began to shake her frantically till she opened her eyes. What I saw in them broke me. Gone was my vibrant mother who looked at us with loving eyes. Gone was the supportive mother who had done everything to make us happy. Laying in my arm she looked like a woman that had lost it all. I remember crying with her that night as she opened up to me and showed all the sorrow and pain she had to endure over the years. That was when my name finally took its meaning in my life...Viliant Protector.
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