*CATHY'S POV *"Sorry, but I have to kill you..." He spatted pulling his gun out and directing it towards my mother. Without wasting any more seconds, he shot her right in the head. The blood splashed on the floor, and it came near me in streams as I saw her lying on the floor in front of me. It was a terrifying image that I could not forget. My father was a killer, a slaughter, a menace. From that fearful moment, I was scared of killing, death, and my father. The closet was dark as I bawled my eyes out, missing the only person on earth who cared and loved me. Those drastic events had haunted me all my life, making itself my trauma that didn't let go. I woke up struggling from the nightmare in our room, which was dark as usual. I was in bed, my yellow dress changed into a night gown, and my hair was damp. The rain was still pouring outside, and I looked up and saw Alexander sitting at the edge of the bed near me. I clenched on the sheets, moving a bit away fr
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