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That Night
"That asshole made you look like shit..." Leila said in a low voice.
Her friend had no words or means at that moment to help her friend, her best friend!
He was there when she could, she ran to her whenever she could, but she could do nothing to stop a man three times their size, especially one with obvious mental instabilities.
This man was none other than Luna's uncle, who had been forced to move to a different area of the city for a couple of months to temporarily live with him.
Her living consisted of entering from the back of the building, taking the fire emergency staircase, and hoping not to catch anyone in the constant attempt to always cross the window threshold, risking making too much noise.
But in the end it seemed that living as a ghost, being there where she shouldn't be, was fine with her, as long as her uncle stayed away.
She had the ass to own a bathroom adjacent to the room, so for that she was fine.
The door was strictly locked and blocked by a wardrobe.
She regularly went in and out of the window on the second floor, climbing like a monkey along the short path that led to the staircase to reach the courtyard.
Her life was crap, living in these conditions at just 18 years old, to satisfy a maternal whim is not for everyone.
In fact, her mother had been seeing a certain Filippo, a man of a certain class for the woman's low standards, who according to her daughter looked like a southern gypsy.
She said it jokingly, with what little love she had left for her mother, but the truth was that by now, in her wounded furrow on her chest there was only room left for a few, and among them there certainly wasn't her. mother, Silvana.
She was sure that by trying to pay off her mother and going to stay with her older brother, something would come back to her in return, but instead the real situation was that she had lost everything due to HER whim, in not wanting to see her mother happy, a woman for whom she had been holding too much resentment for some time now, due to the terrible relationship the two had had since Luna was just born.
A troubled and unfair life, which also led Luna to sometimes think that she was what her mother was: a gypsy.
She was disgusted, exiled, distanced, frowned upon, mistreated.
This is what she had always seemed to be, simply different in every way.
- don't worry, I'm used to having scars on me, you know. -
She said, trying to reassure her childhood friend Leila, with whom she had gone through and seen all sorts of havoc in the world.
-I don't give a fuck, that son of a bitch shouldn't dare touch you like that, he tried to violate you! God Christ, don't you understand what situation you're in? Go back to your mother and tell her immediately what is happening, she will understand, you are her daughter! -
Luna stopped from sucking the blood from her lip, she looked up in the direction of her friend, and made one concept clear to her: - I don't give a shit about what that man wants, just as he doesn't give a damn. about me, like my mother wouldn't care about me, and like I wouldn't care about her. -
- you're a liar, you were the one who said you would do her a "favor".
- well that's what I'm doing, I got the fuck out, okay??
- the deal wasn't to get the fuck out, especially having to suffer abuse from someone who doesn't even have a dog, that man needs serious help, otherwise the help here will be useful to you, do you understand?
- Give me up and go home...
- LUNA YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE, you know full well that I won't leave you like this, in the rain, in this shitty neighbourhood, near a rubbish bin...
- stop hoping for something better FOR ME! IF THIS IS WHAT LIFE WANTS FOR ME, WELL, I ACCEPT IT, AND I DO IT FOR A WOMAN WHOM I HATE, but I do it because she is still the one who saved me from the communities, from the assistants, and from that madman of my father who did even worse than molesting me leila... Fuck... DO YOU REMEMBER LEILA? HUH? DO YOU REMEMBER THE EVENING THAT YOU HEARD YOUR BEST FRIEND SCREAMING WHILE YOU SLEEP, BECAUSE WHILE SHE WAS GOING TO THE BATHROOM, THE FATHER HAD TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE ABSENCE OF MY GYPSY MOTHER, WHO WAS PROBABLY FAINING OUT SOMEWHERE, AND SO HE VIOLATED HIS DAUGHTER, TOUCHED HER, HE FORCED HER, HE MADE HER DO IT AT 7 YEARS OLD, OUT OF PURE HUMAN DISGUST, GOD WHY...
God why did she repeat Luna in her head, at the mere thought of that tragic pajama party of 2012, where she had been deprived of the possibility of being naive and pure.
© PityPoem
Her friend had no words or means at that moment to help her friend, her best friend!
He was there when she could, she ran to her whenever she could, but she could do nothing to stop a man three times their size, especially one with obvious mental instabilities.
This man was none other than Luna's uncle, who had been forced to move to a different area of the city for a couple of months to temporarily live with him.
Her living consisted of entering from the back of the building, taking the fire emergency staircase, and hoping not to catch anyone in the constant attempt to always cross the window threshold, risking making too much noise.
But in the end it seemed that living as a ghost, being there where she shouldn't be, was fine with her, as long as her uncle stayed away.
She had the ass to own a bathroom adjacent to the room, so for that she was fine.
The door was strictly locked and blocked by a wardrobe.
She regularly went in and out of the window on the second floor, climbing like a monkey along the short path that led to the staircase to reach the courtyard.
Her life was crap, living in these conditions at just 18 years old, to satisfy a maternal whim is not for everyone.
In fact, her mother had been seeing a certain Filippo, a man of a certain class for the woman's low standards, who according to her daughter looked like a southern gypsy.
She said it jokingly, with what little love she had left for her mother, but the truth was that by now, in her wounded furrow on her chest there was only room left for a few, and among them there certainly wasn't her. mother, Silvana.
She was sure that by trying to pay off her mother and going to stay with her older brother, something would come back to her in return, but instead the real situation was that she had lost everything due to HER whim, in not wanting to see her mother happy, a woman for whom she had been holding too much resentment for some time now, due to the terrible relationship the two had had since Luna was just born.
A troubled and unfair life, which also led Luna to sometimes think that she was what her mother was: a gypsy.
She was disgusted, exiled, distanced, frowned upon, mistreated.
This is what she had always seemed to be, simply different in every way.
- don't worry, I'm used to having scars on me, you know. -
She said, trying to reassure her childhood friend Leila, with whom she had gone through and seen all sorts of havoc in the world.
-I don't give a fuck, that son of a bitch shouldn't dare touch you like that, he tried to violate you! God Christ, don't you understand what situation you're in? Go back to your mother and tell her immediately what is happening, she will understand, you are her daughter! -
Luna stopped from sucking the blood from her lip, she looked up in the direction of her friend, and made one concept clear to her: - I don't give a shit about what that man wants, just as he doesn't give a damn. about me, like my mother wouldn't care about me, and like I wouldn't care about her. -
- you're a liar, you were the one who said you would do her a "favor".
- well that's what I'm doing, I got the fuck out, okay??
- the deal wasn't to get the fuck out, especially having to suffer abuse from someone who doesn't even have a dog, that man needs serious help, otherwise the help here will be useful to you, do you understand?
- Give me up and go home...
- LUNA YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE, you know full well that I won't leave you like this, in the rain, in this shitty neighbourhood, near a rubbish bin...
- stop hoping for something better FOR ME! IF THIS IS WHAT LIFE WANTS FOR ME, WELL, I ACCEPT IT, AND I DO IT FOR A WOMAN WHOM I HATE, but I do it because she is still the one who saved me from the communities, from the assistants, and from that madman of my father who did even worse than molesting me leila... Fuck... DO YOU REMEMBER LEILA? HUH? DO YOU REMEMBER THE EVENING THAT YOU HEARD YOUR BEST FRIEND SCREAMING WHILE YOU SLEEP, BECAUSE WHILE SHE WAS GOING TO THE BATHROOM, THE FATHER HAD TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE ABSENCE OF MY GYPSY MOTHER, WHO WAS PROBABLY FAINING OUT SOMEWHERE, AND SO HE VIOLATED HIS DAUGHTER, TOUCHED HER, HE FORCED HER, HE MADE HER DO IT AT 7 YEARS OLD, OUT OF PURE HUMAN DISGUST, GOD WHY...
God why did she repeat Luna in her head, at the mere thought of that tragic pajama party of 2012, where she had been deprived of the possibility of being naive and pure.
© PityPoem
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