That night, when that old man drunk again he beat my mother up then beat me up as per usual. Mother never tried to save me from him. She just cowered at the corner. No one would save me.
Suddenly I heard someone screamed out loud. That old man stopped from beating me up. That was teacher! Didn’t she go home a long time ago?
That old man muttered something. He picked up a glass bottle and broke it. I froze and only could see him walked to the front door. My house was far from the others. Even if the villagers heard my teacher, they would take some time before came at that time...
I looked at the corner where my mother cowered. She covered her head with both of her hands and sobbing. Would I follow her lead to ensure my safety, ignoring whatever might happen to teacher? No!
I stood up and tried to run to outside. But I stumbled. I realized that my body was trembling greatly. I was scared. I didn’t want to be beaten again. It was hurt as hell.
Kyaa!!