Lord Beast, please let me go

Chapter 74
Shuttle among the bustling crowd every day, my eyes always inadvertently stay on those warm pictures, maybe it reflects the most ardent desire in my heart.

Every time I see a family of three holding hands to eat, go to the movies, or the daughter riding on the father's neck to take the plane, I will remember that I also had such a childhood, and it was also in the palm of my parents. Pearl's posture grew up.

Life at that time was really happy and happy.

It's just that those years have been so long, so far away that I can't touch them, so far away that I suspect that they are just a dream I had.

When was the dream shattered? It was my father who contracted a project in the hands of Uncle Mai. After I made a small fortune, I was four years old at that time. My father was getting more and more busy, and my mother I became more and more dissatisfied, and often quarreled. I remember one time they had a fierce quarrel. My mother seemed to say that my father’s clothes smelled of perfume, and asked him if he didn’t come home every night. Did he go out to fool around? Said that everything he had today was given by her, she could give him everything, or destroy him.

Any man can't bear such heavy words. My father dared not speak out, so he had to endure it. The family finally calmed down for a while, but I was very uneasy all the time. The depressive atmosphere was so weird. There is never a word at the dinner table, and there are people in the family who are very deserted.

After a period of time, my mother was still dissatisfied with this kind of life, and began to find faults again and again.

Finally, my father couldn't take it anymore and left in despair. My mother smashed all the things that could be smashed in the living room. I just cried a few times, and she pulled me over and beat me up. It was the first time I The beating was so severe that even sitting on the stool, I felt the pain in my buttocks as if it was on fire.

I was so scared, not only afraid of such a mother, but also afraid of this broken home, a panicked heart that wanted to jump out of my chest, I felt suffocated, and I was about to die.

Since then, my father came back less frequently. Every time at night, when my mother dropped the phone, she always stared at the surroundings with very vicious eyes. When she saw me trembling, she fished me out and beat me up. Pause, then indifferently go back to the room to sleep.

One day, when the nanny picked me up from the kindergarten, I saw my father's car parked in the yard, and I ran up to it in surprise. This was the first time my father came home so early. My mother should be happy and not angry.

But there was an earth-shattering sound in the room on the second floor. Dad was wrestling with a strange man, and in the end both sides were hurt.

When they divorced, they were very peaceful and indifferent. I stood aside quietly. I knew that they would not live together soon. Mom hit it.

After my mother left, this house became a lot quieter, and my heart was so quiet. Sometimes I would rather be beaten by my mother than live alone. I wonder if the cheapness in my bones sprouted from that time of?

One day when I came home from school, the house was no longer empty, and my father often went home, but the aunt and sister he brought back were not leaving either. Finally, this big house no longer belonged to me alone.

This was a happy thing at first, but I was even more unhappy. My father, aunt, and sister slept in a room intimately, and I was the only one who slept alone on a bed.

Dad started to commute to get off work on time every day, which I had been looking forward to, but now I wish he was not at home every day, because during the meal, the three of them talked and laughed. I can still pester him to tell stories, this used to be my life?Why am I now like an outsider who has been abandoned by others.

(End of this chapter)