I'm Back
A small boy is abused & neglected after his mother dies, by his Stepmother & Stepbrother while his father turns a blind eye. He breaks a rule by accident and now Mama is back and hell is coming with her!
There was one rule, never open the door…
Mama was my whole world, I wished she were here every day.
Mama died 3 years ago and Dada closed the attic , Mama's special place, off and locked the door.
Dada remarried a blonde lady named Andi from church. She & her son Alden came to live with us.
Once Andi and Alden had settled in, Dada turned me over to her to take care of me. Andi withheld my basic care as punishment regularly as I couldn't talk and I am wheelchair-bound, she thought me slow as well.
Dada didn't care what Andi or Alden did to me, he didn't notice, he went to work & played his video games.
Andi finally convinced Dada to put me in a group home with others "like" me tonight, I heard them through the vent in my room.
Alden must have heard it too, he dragged me out of my wheelchair & up the stairs to the attic.
He threw me against the door a few times, he had done worse over the years.
When the door didn't budge, he spit on me and called me worthless. Alden told me to crawl down the stairs & left laughing.
I cried and held my ribs while I tried to catch my breath,I wanted Mama back. A warm light was coming through the attic door & I realized the door was ajar.
Dada was sending me away anyway, so I decided to break his rule.
I needed to be where Mama had been.
I reached up from the floor, twisted the door knob, and pushed. Her smell enveloped me right away as I crawled into the room, It made me feel warm and safe. Inching into the room on my hands, I found Mama's old crystal necklace. I picked it up and hugged it.
Warmth spread through me and The pain in my ribs faded away, the tears were wiped away from my face and the cold wind that had kicked up, turned to a warm breeze that swirled around me.
"Little Bear!?" I heard her voice, full of emotions.
"Mama?" was one of the few words that I could say.
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Alicia Anspaugh
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Oh that was so heartbreaking 💔 I felt so deeply for the protagonist.