As I said this, I seemed to be back to that time again, with the smell of decay in my nose and torn cloth around me.
I could not stop shaking as I explained more, “I tried to run away, but he broke my leg. I did not dare to cry, so he used an iron rod as thick as his arm to….”
“Stop talking, stop talking!"
My mother did not dare to listen any more. She hugged me tightly and cried inconsolably.
My father's brows were furrowed and his face looked a little ugly.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked.
“No, it's not your fault. It's all my fault. I should have picked you up earlier that day, otherwise you would not have met that devil.”
If she had not mentioned it, I would have forgotten it.
The day before the college entrance examination, Martina did not go to school because of a cold.
When I went out to school, my mother specifically told me that she would pick me up after school in person and asked me to wait for her at the intersection outside the school.
This was the first time my mother has shown her unique concern for me since I returned to this home.
I was filled with joy and anticipation, but what I waited for was the road to hell that they personally prepared for me.