Carlos: How dare you slap your sister, you damned girl?
Alloria shouted: Because she does not know how to put a standard on her words, and damn it, I am not like that, you bastard. I did not choose for my mother to die while giving birth to me. Do you understand that this thing is not
In my hand, think logically for once and make your head work, and you will find that you are the damned fool here. I gasped in tears when he slapped me hard and made me lose myself from the force of his fatal slap. I almost fell, but he held me steady.
With his hand holding my shoulder and his eyes penetrating me, he shouted at me forcefully, cursing me, and I looked at those who were standing and not doing anything, the cursed one called my sister, standing and smiling, and she
She puts her hand on her cheek and William just stands and stares, doing nothing, while my father looks at what he is doing to me and his looks.
It devours me, and he always supports him with what my father always does. He was a source of support for them and supported them with all the things they asked for and did, but he did not come to me every day and ask me about what I did or how I am, and when I get sick or my temperature rises, there is no one to take care of me either. To be taken to the doctor or left while I treat myself and take care of myself
With the medicines in my room
Aloria shouted: Damn you, go to hell. Damn you. I let go of his hand and pushed him as I took him to the stairs and climbed it quickly, heading to my room and entered it and burst into tears while I was sniffling and coughing as a result of choking on my sobs. I went to my wardrobe and opened it while taking out a bag from it to be placed. On the back and I opened it and put the things in it
I need it for my supplies and also some of my clothes, not a lot because they are not spacious. I only took what I needed badly, and even if I was still wearing the clothes I was wearing, I would not be able to.
Tolerance is enough for this degree. I have endured a lot every day. My wreckage is increasing. I am sinking and drowning, and there is no one to save me. Rather, they are working to make me suffocate to death.
I'm exhausted enough for now. I finished and closed the bag and turned around looking at the door that had been opened and I saw William enter it and close it while staring at me and my face full of tears and looking at the bag in my hand.
William: Where are you going?
Aloria choked: This does not concern you. I will go and will not come back. It is enough. I have endured a lot. I can no longer bear your actions. I looked at him and I gasped, and then I saw him furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at me. Then he moved towards me with quick steps, and I was astonished as I felt his hands surrounding my body as he hugged me tightly. I swallowed my saliva and my tears increased, even though the eyes below had never seen William do the same thing to me or accuse me. He watched silently and did not do what they said to him. That is why I was astonished because I had never seen him do this all the time.
He was calm and did not approach me, but I admit that I needed this. I needed someone to hug me and take some of the weights that were placed on my body, so I did not think twice.
I dropped the bag and raised my hand as I hugged him and my crying increased as I inhaled violently and held on to him and let out what was inside me with my crying as if I was complaining to him about the amount of pain inside me.
William: Enough, calm down. It's over. You'll choke on your tears. Stop. I gasped continuously as I hugged him tightly, and I felt his hand moving up and down my back. He continued to calm me down until I realized and moved away. I stood in front of him, swallowing my saliva, and wiping my tears. Even though he is my brother, I feel... He is a stranger, and this brings something new to my soul. This is because none of them had approached me before or done any of these things throughout the years that have passed, even when I was young.