Chapter 117: Her trauma

"Momma! Please open up." Barbara could hear the little girl begging the woman on the other side, yet the woman kept laughing.

"What do you want? Drugs, I could give you drugs, it will make you not be Afraid of them, you shouldn't be a coward like your worthless father, he can't even fight for what he wants."

"I hate you, momma."

"I know, you love your grandma and that is the reason you should remain in there, it's a good thing she is not coming back, she is dead already."

"What is dead?"

"This idiot, fine, she is not dead, now enjoy your play, I go on now, see you later.'

"Momma!"

The little girl called and screamed in anguish, Barbara could see herself as the little girl, she wanted to run away, escape from those cockroaches just as she too wanted to run away from the one moving on her skin now, she was terrified, scared to move, broken emotions, all those awful memories of that little girl's seems to be like she was the one experiencing it, she opened her eyes slightly then she could