chapter forty two.

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20th October 2005.

Dear mama,

I know you said you loved him, but mama did you really stop to think if he loves you? He hates all of us, me the most. That day when I was six started off alright since dad was no where around. The scotching heat of the sun that stood over head was too much to bare. So the young me thought it alright to take my mask off . We were playing in the garden with Dante when he appeared. I told Dante to hide and he did, but I was too late to myself when his eyes landed on me.

He slapped me hard across the cheek, sending me stumbling to the ground. My head hit a sharp rock and a wound opened immediately. No matter how much I cried he kept beating and kicking me. Over and over again. Just like he does now. Kicking my stomach repeatedly and punching every part of my body.

He yelled in my ears," where is your mask you demon child! I hate your fucking ugly face so much!"

Now I hate my face too. Beaten bruis