Chapter 43
Alora’s POV
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As Darien was fighting his first opponent, I was thinking about the question he asked me. ‘Where had the chains come from.‘ I wanted to
know how they got there, but how to find out? I felt like this was important to know. The only way to get answers was to ask questions.
Xena, do you know how we came to be bound by the chains?” I ask.
“No, they’ve always been there, since our birth“” she says
“Since our birth?” I say questioningly, surprised, making me want to know why.
“Yes, since birth, there was even a chain that was supposed to keep me from coming to you” at this, I’m shocked to my core.
“What?! You mean I wasn’t supposed to be able to shift, to have you with me?” I ask her, panicked at the thought of how horrendous my life would have been without having Xena. She’s all that’s kept me together during those really dark pain–filled times I wanted to give up and
die. I remember when I first heard her voice.
Soaked in my own blood, the fire of so many wounds open. Some half healed, others new, all painful. I would cry silently wondering what
I had done to deserve what was happening to me. All I wanted was to be loved, I couldn’t understand why they didn’t love me. Lying in
the cold, dark, and damp basement. I had heavy manacles around my wrists, they hurt, digging in and cutting into my skin. They were no longer necessary as I couldn’t even get up because I was so weak. Why had they done this to me? I kept wondering, was I really that bad a
child? Did I really deserve this?
All I wanted was a piece of the birthday cake made for Sarah’s birthday. So I asked for one. Mom got so angry, she started slapping me over and over till I collapsed in tears on the kitchen floor. Then she grabbed me by my hair, pulling me back up, slapping me more and more. My face was swollen and bloody, my lips were split, my eyes beginning to blacken. She was shrieking, her words a loud roar to my
ringing ears.
“How dare you ask for cake! You don’t deserve to have it you wretch! You’re nothing but a blight, a mistake, a good–for–nothing worthless wretch! A horrible demon that should never have existed! It disgusts me that you came from my womb! If I could I would kill you for the damage you’ve done!“”
I didn’t know what damage, I hadn’t broken anything. I was always careful not to. I followed all directions, I didn’t disobey any directive I was given. I just wanted them to love me. I had apologized and begged her to forgive me, sobbing that I was sorry, that I would be a good
girl, begging her not to hurt me anymore.
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I could have saved my breath, but they never listened to my pleas for forgiveness and to not hurt me. It never mattered how good of a girl I was, they always found some minute reason to punish me. Even a bad time at the grocery store would be taken out on me. Because just by being born I had ruined our family.
My mother ignoring my cries had dragged me down the stairs, each step painful to my back and bruising me further. She put the chains around my wrists. The she grabbed the whip, I knew what was coming. I start screaming “Mommy no! Please no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll
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be good, I’ll be a good girl, Mommy, please, please Mommy I’m sorry!”
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She listened to none of it and started whipping me over and over. I put my hands over my face, screaming, tears streaming. With every slash opened up in my flesh by the whip, my blood flying everywhere, I screamed. Until I couldn’t even move, my back, my front, my legs and arms, even the back of my hands, every bit was covered in wounds.
Once I was quiet she stopped and stood there watching me bleed all over the floor. Tears falling, not a sound coming from me. Her last words before leaving me there and walking back up the stairs. “I hope you die you wretch, you deserve it for destroying this family with
your birth, filthy demon.” Why was I a demon, how could I make them love me?
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I do want to see that mother (and father) and her nasty sister get their due. Hope they find that witch because as long as she’s around and tied to that awful family, Alora is still unsafe.
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