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Numb.

That exactly was the the state of my mind at that time. I couldn't process any thoughts. The void in my stomach was growing with every passing second. No memories flashed passed my mind. No emotions either. All I could do was stand with my arms dangling limply at my side.

All I could do was stand there and stare. Stare at his now lifeless body.

His eyes were still wide open, and face morphed into an expression of shock just as it was when I saw the life drain out of those obsidian black eyes. The same stony black eyes which used to stare at me menacingly when all his anger and frustration used be released upon me in the form of shower of his leather belts and broken bottles of alcohol.

At first I was shaking. Sweat sliding through my eyebrows. My wide eyes darting from corner to corner in the room. And when the realisation came crashing upon me I went numb. My thoughts came to a halt and there was only one thing that was ringing in my head.

I killed him.

I killed my stepfather.

I was used to his outbursts. I was used to the way his belts came crashing down on my bare skin, the way he used to carve my palm with the glass shards. Over the years I stopped struggling knowing that I had to live with him despite the fact that he had made me and my Mom's life a living hell.

I had to live with him as I had no job, no money on me. My mom used to work as a waitress in a café
At first he was very understanding and sympathetic. But then one night everything changed. He revealed his true drunkard-bastard -self.

He used to come home all drunk and beat up mom. If she resisted he threatened to hit me instead, so she never tried to save herself.

But when mom wasn't around he used to beat the shit out of me. I never told mom. There was no use aggravating her more than she already was.

I always used to gulp down my pain thinking it was just a matter of time before o got out of this hell hole.

But this time shit hit the ceiling.

At nights , I used to sneak out for street fights. It was my only relief in this miserable excuse that I called my life.

When I came back home tonight ,after actually winning a fight first time in this week, I saw my mom sprawled across the floor in living room....her head in a pool of blood...her blood. And that bastard was gaping down at her with a horrified expression and with a bloody rod in his hand.

I don't know what happened next. I lost whatever resistance was holding me back all this time.

The next thing I know was that my hands were around that pig's meaty throat squeezing the life our of him.

I didn't even realize at first that my hands were smouldering hot....I noticed only when faint smoke started to form around my fingers like mist.

I dropped him in utter shock and stared at my hands.

I looked back him, but it was too late.

The life had already drained out of his eyes.

That's when my mind stopped responding.

There was a sudden pounding on the door . My head snapped up to look at the door.

"Paula?Renée?" ,called out the voice of our landlord "What is this goddamn noise about?"

Shit.

I forced my mind out of it's current state and started to think rationally. Or at least tried to.

This guy would never believe what actually had happened and would straight away called the police.

No I cant get myself caught.

I didn't even glance at the two bodies laying at my feet.
No.
If I did I know I would never be able to leave.

Escaping was pretty easy. I climbed down the pipes that were there outside my window.
I didn't fall cause I had a lot of practice from the numerous nights I snuck out to go street fighting.

My foot landed on an dark alley. I stumbled a bit but regained my composure.

The alley was deserted as it was way past midnight. To be honest I don't really know what exactly the time was.

I didn't waste a single second and took off to I don't know where. Honestly I didn't care as long as I got away from that bloody apartment.

Before I even knew I reached the public park. It apparently would be the last place someone would even think of hiding about, as it was right at the heart of the locality where too many people resided.

And that's exactly why I would be hiding there. No one would expect it.

I crawled inside the huge construction pipes and tried to lie down in a comfortable position.

The intensity of what all had happened hit me like a boulder.
But I wasn't crying. In fact I couldn't even register the fact that my mom wasn't here anymore. The only person I ever trusted, ever loved was dead.

I don't even know how I felt. There was a heavy tension in my chest that made me want to scream my lungs out and bawl my eyes out by crying.

But the shock of whatever happened didn't allow me to grieve.

Thump.

My head turned so fast that I could almost hear the crick in my neck.
Mt heart started beating like a maniac. I dared not moved. I didn't even realise that I had automatically held my breath in.

A silhouette of a person lowered their body over the other end of the huge pipe.

I scrambled out of the pipe faster than lightning and started to sprint. I didn't even look where I was going.

"Hey wait!! "

I kept running but screeched to a halt when I heard the wails of siren and saw the white light of a blue and white car flash in my face.

Could this be any better?

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