Oops! It's Jun

" Mom! What happened? Dad, what have you done? Were you out of your mind?!"



This is another man that she called him dad. Her stepfather. He first treated them nicely until he started drinking like a fish everyday. Jennifer and her mother lived a dog's life since then.


" Out of my mind? You mean I'm a crazy old dog? You'll pay for this, I swear!" The man yelled gruffly. He then threw a piece of furniture onto her. Her mother suddenly burst into a loud cry and rushed out the door, " I had enough of this! Ten years are more than enough! I'm leaving, I don't have a husband, I don't have a daughter, I'm leaving!!"


Jennifer was flabbergasted. She gazed at the opened door and the empty night. The only one who left for her to love had gone. The man did nothing but bawling. Jennifer burst into tears, all these years she had been enduring, ad she just couldn't take it anymore.


" What are you crying for you brat? You wanna leave with her? Go on! Get out of the house!" The man then got into her room and started throwing all her stuff out.


Fury was crawling all over her, she tried to ignore the anger but it was all in vain. An extreme rage gushed through her blood. She grabbed a broken piece of glass and ran into her room. Without second thoughts, she stabbed the glass as hard as she can into the man's throat.


10 seconds... 20 seconds... 40... one minute... 2 minutes.... She wasn't oblivious how long she had stood there, remaining this position. But for her, it was decades.


In that split second, her mind was blank. The next thing she realized was red fluid flushed down from his throat with a pungent smell, dyeing the floor tiles bloody red. Her old furniture were stained with red patches. The piece of glass stuck out of his flesh and the body lied stiffly on the floor, motionless.


Jennifer opened her eyes widely, as this would convince her that what she saw was true. Her legs shivered and she sat on the floor, feeling her heart throbbing beneath her chest. She took a deep, deep breathe in order to keep herself calm. And it was easier than she thought. She expected an enormous guilt and fear to conquer herself, but none of it does. In fact, she gave out a sigh of relief. " It's over now, its over."


She stood up and looked at the body with a cold gaze. "The police station is only about a mile from here, I'll just walk there...." she thought.


She left the room with a smile on her face.










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Jennifer wandered down the street. The night was freezing, she can barely feel any part of her body, but she has no intentions of leaving. The pubs and restaurants along the street were packed with party animals, occupying their empty lives with alcohol and pills. Despite the deafening music and cheers from the crowd, Jennifer walked on soundlessly.


She arrived at the doorstep, closed her eyes and took a deep breathe before she steps into the small, miserable house. There was complete silence. She was surprised for a little while, until a man's voice came out from the kitchen again. "You call this cooking? I call this rubbish! Get it done or I'll chase you out of this house! ...." The scolding followed by a woman's sobbing.


Anger rushed through her veins and she got into her room as fast as she can. This was the only way to escape from all the nonsensical scenes. Everyday she came back from night school and hoped for a miracle, that her family will remain peaceful and loving. She tried everything she can to help, although it was hope against hope.


Jennifer sat in front of the mirror and starred at her own reflection. Her face was perfectly sculpted with beautiful features. Her skin always appeared pale, not even tinted with blush. Her pair of emerald green eyes were always still and calm, but with a hint of sorrow. She sat there for a long time. Glittering moonlight shattered onto her pale skin and she stayed still like a flawlessly carved statue. Jennifer started sinking into her own world while her fingers ran through her long chestnut locks. She looked deeply into her own eyes.


Those were the eyes that her father left for her. She shared the same eyes with him.


She then swirled into her deep memories. Her parents had her when they were very young. They thought they are going to live like a fairytale. A king, a queen, a castle and a little princess. Jennifer could not recall what had happen exactly. What made her parents split? No one ever told her the truth.


There was a morning that little Jennifer couldn't find her papa after waking up from a nightmare. She turned over the house to look for him, but no one she found. She cried for papa, begged her mother to look for him. All her mother did was kept quiet and turned back her head, or whispered at her ear, "Papa... would not be back. He has his own life now."


Her time spent with her papa did not last long, but wonderful memories filled her mind. She was always the precious princess when her father was around. Jennifer smiled. The memories was always the remedy towards her loneliness.


"Bang!" A blaring sound came from outside. She quickly ran out to see what happened. She stunned when she saw the scene. The old and tiny living room was trashed, her mother was sitting powerless on the floor, wiping her tears. There were bruises all over her body and slight cut at her forehead.


"Mom! What happened? Dad. what have you done? Were you out of your mind?!"