Just let us go

He closed his eyes tightly, he felt an overflow of senses, his body vibrated, his heart once with tremendous power, around him there was commotion, noise, shouts, his hands rested on his ears, his head rested on his knees, towards the staff.

I can't he cried in his heart, I don't want to hear, I want to hear the quiet, so be quiet please, I can't, his body, mind, and heart couldn't hear it anymore, he just wants it to stop. But after it will stop The pain, the screams, the disappointments, the anger, and everything will return to what it was.

Why was it? His thoughts flooded him, for what, so that you would suffer even more, after all, what is different between what was and what will be, there is no difference, nothing will change what is happening out loud.

In a second, the glass exploded, the glass shattered into pieces, it all scattered all over the kitchen, small pieces flew under the kitchen, the dresser table, the noise only increased because from breaking glass it started to screams of shots.

Stop, he begged in his heart, I don't want any more, please I'm fed up, why am I even alive, please?

He looked up a little and looked forward, and his eyes opened from the sight that was presented to him, from the sight of his eyes, from what his mind took in and remembered, and he did not move, the shaking stopped, the feeling and the silence prevailed in one second, and he just looked forward and saw his mother looking at him. His mother's eyes were bright And frightened, they were hollow and full of tears.

"Mom..." the boy whispered.

"Ben, I'm sorry"

"Wh.e..r..e..is...fa..ther?" I stammered, I knew where he went, I was mature enough to know that he would still come back, but my mother leaned over to me and whispered: "He won't come back, honey, come to me, son, come" I didn't believe her, after all, it's the same thing, screaming, beatings, breaking things, the silence, and the return.

My mother is unable My mother is unable to say goodbye to him, but what about me? Why doesn't she care about what will happen to me? What will happen to me if he comes back...

I smiled at her and asked weakly and in a low voice: "How do you know? After all, you say that all the time. I'm not anymore..."

My mother didn't let me finish the sentence and just hugged me tightly. She hugged me more than she had ever done in an animal, the connection was powerful and huge, the hug that cut off his thoughts and removed all trouble and sorrow from me and only heard one sentence from her:

"Trust me...he won't come back! And that's forever" His eyed fell heavy, and his heart was beating hard, He didn't want to let go, to let go is not to let go and for it to be over, it was pleasant, warm, and gentle, her smell, her touch, the warmth, so his eyes felt heavy and fatigue fell on him and he fell asleep.

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