Babysitting.

I promptly snapped out of my trance.

"Mom" I uttered in a shaky voice as I slowly approached her."Please...don't"

The tears streamed harder down my face when she turned around to face me, I couldn't help but place my then outstretched hands over my mouth, her face was a mess, with bruises and swelling all over.

Anger spread through me, initially, I had my doubts, but now everything was clear, these were not bruises she inflicted on herself, they were all my father's doing, and he was at it again.

"Your scumbag of a father does like to be rough with his women."She uttered as she staggered backward

"Sometimes, I can't help but wonder if I'm the problem." She said in a way that seemed like she was talking to herself.

"Mom.." I called out but it seemed like she couldn't hear me."Mom, don't...please don't do this."

"Yes, yes I have to be the problem."She recited as if very sure of her words." This family would be better off without me."

"No, mom you are not the problem so, please don't"

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