Chapter 67: Blows and confessions

I finish bathing quickly and bang on the door with all my might.

It is frustrating to return to the past and not be able to do something to prevent the pains of the past from reaching our present.

A question forms in my mind, but the one to whom I should ask it is not present.

Desperate, I run to my brother's phone and look for his number with the intention of stopping this.

One call, two calls and it is on the third call that my mother finally decides to answer.

On the call

"Son, is something wrong?" my mother asks.

"Why?" I say having as my melody the screaming and banging coming from the other side of the door "Why are you giving us to him if you know how evil he is?"

"Baby..."

"Why do you have to condemn us to the hell we previously lived together!" I angrily reproach her "Why of all people do you have to leave us with him!"

"Because he is your father." he replies as if that is the explanation that numbs the pain such words cause in me.

Disappointment washes over me as the screams