My Luna's Silent Love

Please!Don't beat me! The little girl was crying, but there was no sound from her throat, she could only let her tears flow down. Her tears dripped onto the floor, and the tears accumulated more and more, and they gathered together like a mirror reflecting the little girl's haggard and pale face. The verbal abuse, punches and kicks behind her fell on her thin body, and she was unable to resist. She could only let them gradually withdraw from her consciousness. The little girl's eyes slowly became heavy, and she didn't know if she was going to close her eyes forever.

But she knew clearly that if she could close her eyes forever, that couldn't be a better thing.

Finally, she fell into the boundless darkness. In the darkness, she seemed to have slept for a long time, so long that she didn't know how long it took, one day, one week, one month, one year, or even a century. Suddenly, she saw the only light in the darkness. She was in pain all over, so she couldn't stand up. The only thing she could do was to crawl towards the distant light with all her strength. she approached the glimmer little by little, and finally she entered the space where the light came from. She saw a illuminated pool in it. She instinctively crawled towards the pool and soaked her body in it.

The water was a little bit cold, so that she felt that the injuries on her body were not so painful. Then, something magical happened. She originally thought that her pain was relieved because the temperature of the water was lower, but she was surprised to find that the wounds and bruises on her body had slowly healed. Amazing!

"My dear", suddenly there was a tender voice from behind, and the little girl was startled by the voice. She shrank her body behind the pool and turned around. She opened her mouth, but could not make a sound. "It's okay, you don't need to speak, does your wound still hurt?" the woman said softly. The little girl was less scared. She shook her head slightly, then lowered her head to point to the fast-healing wound on her wrist. "I know what you want to ask. This pool can indeed help the wound heal, but not everyone can make it." The little girl nodded seemingly, then the woman beckoned and signaled the little girl to come. The little girl stood up from the pool, her movements became much smoother because her injuries had healed. The magic happened again! Her clothes dries as soon as she leaves the pool! The little girl's eyes widened in surprise, while the woman just looked at her and smiled.

The little girl walked to her side, and the woman raised her hand to touch the girl's face. Her hands were a bit cold, so the girl trembled. After about 10 seconds, the air around them began to fluctuate, golden floccules floated in the air, and the little girl's face showed a light golden vein. The girl didn't know what was going on. The woman touched her head and picked out a scarlet from her blonde hair. The girl was surprised, she didn't know she still had red hair! It is very short, a lot shorter than blonde hair. The woman said, "Maybe you will endure hardships because of this in the future, but my girl, remember what I said, as long as you keep going, you will get what you want. If you want to, the world will be yours.Remember, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." After saying this, the woman disappeared, and the mysterious pool disappeared with her as well. The girl stood there in confusion, she didn't know what the woman said, which was too obscure for her.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in her head, and she fell to the ground in pain with her head in her arms. She couldn't do anything. There was no one here, no one could help her, and no one could explain to her what happened. She felt the world spin around, and soon she passed out. At the last second before she lost consciousness, she saw the figure of a man.

who is he?

No, no, no! Don't leave me alone again! Take me away! I was awakened from the nightmare, with beads of sweat on my forehead. The sheets under my body also became damp, and it was obvious that I had a nightmare. Although it was a nightmare, it was nothing compared to what I experience every day. The content of the dream became blurred as time passed. I only remembered that I saw the light in the dream, as if there was still a figure of a man. Oh, there was another woman! The woman seemed to say a lot to me, but I couldn't remember a single word.

I tried to recall more details, because I seemed to know that what the woman said to me was very very very very important. But the more I thought about it, the more painful I got, and in the end I had to give up. I calmed down and closed my eyes again, thinking that I could sleep for a while, but was awakened again by the violent knocking outside the door, but in fact, I had anticipated it all.

"What are you doing? Do you know what time it is now? 6:30 in the morning. Don't you know what you should do at this time?" Jeff's words pulled me from sleepiness back to reality. I sat up from the bed and had no intention to respond to his words. I put on my "slippers", or I didn't know if they could be called slippers. It was a pair of worn ladies sandals. Before that, I had been home barefoot. So when I received this "gift", I cherished them very much, because it can more or less help me withstand some cold and discomfort. This was given to me by Jeff. Of course, it was not a gift like what I said before. He gave them to me just to make me feel more comfortable when working, and to prevent my feet from being injured by the sawdust on the floor, which would delay my work. "What are you doing in a daze?" Jeff walked up to my eyes and he grabbed my hair. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and I yelled, because I was taken aback by this sudden action. I covered my mouth in a panic, but it was too late.

Jeff's face suddenly sank, and he pinned me hard against the wall. Unfortunately, there happened to be a nail on the wall that was about to fall off. I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my back, and then some liquid ran down the wall. I soon became out of breath because of the sudden pain. He must had noticed it too, but he didn't have any expressions. I didn't dare to cry, I bit my lip, and finally my lips were also bloody. "I told you that you CANNOT speak, how dare you disobey my orders!" He yelled, and at the same time increased his pressure to press me against the wall. I feel my back is about to split. I can only bite my lip as hard as I can to keep myself from crying. I shook my head vigorously to show that I didn't mean it. No one would want to kill him or herself for such a small thing as talking, at least that's what I think. "Don't have another time, or I will tear you apart. You know, no one will come back to save you, your mother, your sister, your friend. Oh, I forgot you don't have that kind of thing. Your ONLY connection to this world is me, your father." His voice was like a demon whisper. No, it was worse than that. He paused, then continued, "You're a freak, just like your mother."

Mother, I can't remember how long that I haven't heard this word. Long enough to forget that I even had a mother. The memories of my childhood had already broken, but I did have a mother and, yes, a sister. I didn't know if my memory was accurate, because he didn't seem so grumpy when I was a little girl. Although not as gentle as other fathers, he would never hit or scold me at that time, and he would never hurt me - his own daughter. It wasn't until my mom and sister left that everything had changed. The memories of this time was blurred, and I only remembered that at some point, his attitude towards me suddenly changed. It was as if I had become the least important item in our home, languishing in this old house that could not be even called home.

After he finished his "speech", he finally released his grip on me. I felt the blood stains on my back solidified, and then I slowly left the wall. It's hard for me to describe that kind of pain, just like the kind of horrible torture that sounded like that a long time ago. My breath even trembled. Unfortunately, my wound was very close to the middle of my back, which meant I cannot easily reach my wound by myself. And obviously, Jeff won't help with my wound. I looked down at the old wound on my leg and arm and smiled bitterly. There is nothing at home that I can use to disinfect the wound. I walked slowly to the bathroom, preparing to take a cold shower, which would make it a little better. After two minutes, I walked out of the bathroom. I knew my wound was still bleeding, so there was no need to change into new clothes. I put on the old clothes with blood stains, and when I was fastening the buttons, Jeff broke into the door again. I was so startled again that I even made the wound on my back even worse. Fortunately, this time I controlled my throat.

"Look at you, your clothes are disheveled, like a slut. Hurry up and pack up, come out to cook." After that, he closed the door vigorously. Boom! After listening to what he had said, I felt nothing inside my heart, no emotional fluctuation. And he didn't even think of me as her daughter. Every word he said seemed to describe a dirty whore. I dressed mechanically and walked out of my bedroom. At that moment, I wish I could close my eyes forever, just like I thought in my dream.

The cooker hood at home had been broken for a long time. Of course, how can I expect my father Jeff to fix it or buy a new one? I absent-mindedly cooked his breakfast in the kitchen. Jeff didn't want his breakfast to be monotonous, so I had to spend a lot of time on satisfying his picky appetite every time. Of course more often he just wants to make things difficult for me, so he is rarely satisfied with my cooking.

"Damn! There is lampblack in the room! What are you doing,bitch!" He cursed as he walked out of the bedroom. He looked at the already broken range hood in the kitchen, then looked at me, and said, "Why you didn't fix this guy?" I really wanted to refute him: I can't. But I couldn't say that, and of course I didn't even dare to speak. He probably wanted to beat me to show punishment, but he probably thought that I was indeed making breakfast for him, so the hand he had just raised put down again. Instead, there was a chattering urging, "Hurry up! I have something important to do today. So I need to go out to downtown. Don't delay my schedule because of you." What? He was not at home today! I was sure he won't come back at least during the daytime! This meant I would have almost a day of free time! I was stunned by my own thoughts, although for other children, it might be a sad day for their father not to be at home. But for me, such a day seems to be a gift from God.

"Don't you think I have no idea of what you are thinking about?" he interrupted my wishful thinking. "Do you know what does STAY AT HOME mean? If I find you are not here when I get home from downtown, then you know what will happen. DO NOT try to escape, anytime,Ellen." How long hadn't he called my name? I am not sure. But at the moment I only know one thing, if he finds me out, I will die very miserably.

I prepared toast, omelette, bacon and cereal for him. I didn't know if it was because I was very happy to know that he was not at home today. The breakfast I made was much richer. And Jeff seemed to be satisfied with this sumptuous meal because he would always complain after the meal about how bad the food I cook did not meet his requirements. After breakfast, he went out. Before going out, he turned back to me and said, "I would say it again. DO NOT go out. Otherwise..." He didn't finish speaking, just looked at my eyes, and then he closed the door hard and left.

I stood by the window and watched him drive a long way in his car, until I confirmed that he was completely out of my sight, then I was totally relieved. I went back to my bedroom and lay down in peace. I looked at the ceiling quietly, and then at the wall of my bedroom. It looked as if there were nail marks on it. Nail? Thinking of this, my back seemed to ache again. The nail marks on the wall may be left over after Jeff took the photo. These places should have hung our family portraits, but I have no memory of the photos at all. Thinking about it, my eyelids became extremely heavy, and then I seemed to have another dream...

(Amanda's POV)

At that time, I must have never thought that things would turn out to be like this.

"Be careful, Amanda! You are not a little girl anymore, be careful of your belly!" Jeff yelled at me not far away. I always laughed at him when he made a fuss. Of course I would protect my child. No, it should be our child. I stopped and rested on a bench in the forest. Because of my pregnancy, I started to pant a little after walking a few steps. Seeing that I was a little out of breath, Jeff hurried over to check if I was Okay. "The little guy kicked you!" He put his hand on my stomach and said, "Can you feel him?" I nodded, then corrected him and said, "Now we are not sure if it is a SHE or HE. . If you say that for the little princess, she will be angry!" Jeff laughed, "Yes, my queen!" Suddenly my smile froze on my face, even though I knew he was just joking. Jeff seemed to notice my anomaly, and then shook my shoulder, "Are you okay, Amanda? Your face doesn't look good? Are we going to get a doctor?" I quickly grabbed his arm to signal that I was okay. I was just a little tired, and then he helped me back to our house to rest.

I lay on the bed in the bedroom and said to Jeff, "Honey, I want to sleep for a while, I'm a little sleepy. You know, pregnant women always lack sleep." Jeff smiled and nodded, "Sleep well, darling, I'll call you when dinner is done." Then he closed the door of my room. After confirming that he was leaving, I sat up with difficulty. I opened my closet and took out a small box in the innermost drawer with a necklace inside. I clenched the necklace tightly and said, "I hope this can protect you, my child." After that, I put the necklace back where it was. God, I hope the things I worry about that would never happen, and I hope my children can grow up healthily and happily. That's all I wish.