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2. TONGUELESS MOTHER.

As Amelia looks into the room, it stares back at her, with her being very horrified at how much filthy it looks. There she was slowly plodding through the room with the furnace of disgusting smell, her feet were suddenly seeking in the abomination of cloths. It was too filthy for her to believe.

The bedroom wasn't just a mess, it was a disaster zone.

On the floor was her mother, laying and sobbing helplessly. Amelia strode towards her and went on her knees.

"Mother..." she cried incapable and powerless. Within a second both the mother and daughter hugged each other like this was their safe place.

"At least say something, mother.." cried the daughter while the mother gave a little whimper as if saying something.

"Can't you talk?" she broke the hug and asked her crying mother. In return, the poor mother just shook her head.

Amelia held her mother's hand as tears fell off her blue eyes, the eyes represented the ocean. The ocean is so deep and full of emotions.

She grabbed a piece of cloth from the side table of the bed and cleaned the flowing blood coming out of the mouth of her mother.

How cruel was her father that he cut the tongue of her mother? He is a monster! In this big world who will help them?

Even if they run away from here, he will find them and kill them both. They have no place to go.

Amelia wasn't educated. She never went to school. Her father didn't let her. She and her mother were captivated in this old house. They were not allowed to go out. Amelia grew up in a family where she and her mother were abused, beaten to death and yet they cannot utter a word.

Her mother was worried about her daughter, Amelia. She had a fear that one day Rowan could put her up for sale. Grace had always suffered his wrath. She and he were forced to get married, even Rowan was in love with another woman. The woman who was rich and beautiful.

Ever since she married Rowan she is compromising; first for the sake of her parents, then for the sake of her daughter. She wanted her daughter to live a normal life like any other ordinary girl.

But living in this hell, it was not possible. Rowan had no job, he never went to work, just eating the money his father left. He was a disgrace and a complete tactless person. A mean, greedy and unkind human being.

If he's like this towards his family then what about the rest of the world? These kinds of men are losers, hitting their wives and daughters. But also that was reality.

Amelia made her mother stand up and helped her walk towards the bathroom. She, then helped her washing her face and mouth.

How can someone be so cruel that he cut the tongue of his wife? Amelia clenched and unclenched her fists.

A lot of going on inside her, there was a complete storm inside her. Emotions mixed with fear and anger, rage... rage to speak up.. speak up for her mother.

She wanted to run away.. with her mother, leaving this bloody man here to rot alone.

When she tucked her mother in bed after changing her clothes, she caressed her hair softly and whispered, "Mother, don't you worry. One day I will take my revenge on him. This will not be wasted I swear to it."

Her mother showed an unpleasant emotion of fright.. it was in her eyes..the fear.

"You relax." she put a small peck on her mother's forehead and turned to leave.

Reaching downstairs, she saw the man was having his whiskey lying half-unconscious on the sofa chair.

That man was a lunatic, idiotic and most moronic man she ever saw.

Amelia is such asperity walked to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, strode towards her father and stood in front of him.

"Father!" she yelled.

He lifted his head to see, the little girl with bitterness in her eyes..like the storm, staring at him with such hatred.

"Oh, you foolish girl! Who are you talking to?" he spoke in a drunk, hoarse voice.

"You! I'm talking to you!. Tell me why!" she yelled again, this time a little louder.

Rowan, stood up, holding a glass of wine in his hand, he grabbed her hair roughly and spoke, "Don't you have any manners? Who are you talking to, bitch?"

Bitch? Her father just called her a bitch. What did she ever do to be called a bitch?

Amelia, in a second, hurled the glass of whiskey and it was shattered to bits by the concussion.

There were a million tiny pieces on the wooden floor, with the liquid spread all over it.

Rowan was startled, he saw the broken wine glass, then at his daughter...and gave her a hard slap which made her fell on the floor immediately.

He reached to her to hit her more, but a hand stopped him on the midway..as he turned back to see..it was his tongue less wife.. eyes all red in anger.

In a minute, he backed off with a hard push from his wife and fell on the floor as he was already whirling due to alcohol present in his system.

Grace stared at him angrily and walked towards her daughter. When she saw her face, it was a drop of blood coming from the right side of her lips, her heart wrenched.. for her daughter.

It was not her fight but still, she was willing to do this for her mother.

She made her stand up and then both of her walked upstairs, leaving the drunk and mad man alone.

His eyes were shutting down and he passed out on the floor, no worry for the world or whatever happened a minute ago.

If he was in his senses by now, he would have taught a lesson to his daughter but he was powerless in this condition.

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Nikka Anne
I pity Amelia so much. It hurts to really see your mother being hurt like that by your own father. My goodness :(
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