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She told me she's in trouble before, chapter II: birds on the battlefield

 


All the reports were cancelled because the family lives under threatens from the father and his family, he gave out few prayers and I left the building and my heart was shattered like a strong and thickened glass falling from a high building and causing a lot of noises…

I had to sneak into the house, I called the women rights organization but they’re still following the same corrupted system the country follows, so no one helped me finding home for them, only a friend that lives in the capital after I narrated the situation for her she could guarantee a safe place with affordable payment… the mother and her adult daughters are able to cover the expenses each month, even will be better than before as the husband takes their money and distribute it however he likes… 


I also managed knowing the timings of the father coming back home, I asked a nearby carpenter to accompany me to their apartment, telling him that I lost my keys and I can’t open the door except by a strong hammer, he gave it a try twice and it worked the third time… the door was finally open, they were having lunch on the floor, wearing home wears and looking disparate… the hit was astonishing, even me, I felt like it was a hit at my heart… I gave him the changes and he left seeing me from behind hugging my friend’s family, and hugging Lili tightly when she was sitting on the couch looking like a dead person.

 I asked them to leave that cage with me, I whimpered, I yelled and I held their bruised hands tightly forgetting how painful it might be for them, their fainting eyes told a lot, a lot of fragility… I insisted but all I received was pessimism…


I stayed there until late, the father went upstairs, inquired about the door, and telling him it was a theft trial was declined from his dictionary, he takes every possible issue either involuntarily occurred or voluntarily as an excuse to hit everyone… the house was full of screams and mess, I decided to grab a glass shard from the street corner and I went upstairs to defend them with however quantity of power I own…

I went to Lili’s room, she was having her green soup while her legs were trembling, her skin was pale, her eyes were wet, and her jaws were barely munching the food, I asked her to help me and herself unite with her siblings so we can beat him up and report… and results were unfortunately negative, they all lost hope in a very irritating way, the father took a grip of me by my t-shirt and asked me to leave…


“Or what?” I said with a raspy shady voice…

Adjusting myself to respond stronger “or what? Will you kill us? You can bribe many people to remain silent, you can threaten your family members by your filthy siblings’ power that have no morals but you can’t threaten me”


I grabbed the glass shard out of my pocket and stabbed the shoulder he’s holding me with and managed to stab her in many different places until he lost his consciousness… I asked them immediately to leave with me and they were still scared but seemingly less than before, my friend Lili was still laying on the bed in her room, the soup bowl was attracting the flies to it and Lili’s lips were pale and stained with droplets of whatever green soup she was swallowing… everyone started to dress up rushing each other, and I was trying to grab Lili’s hand forcibly to drag her down from the bed, and her mother entered the room getting Lili’s clothes from the wardrobe and packing them into a bag telling me to help her dressing Lili up as she became paralyzed due to a strong hit over her head and spine… I wished at that moment that I had enough courage to kill that man, but it ended up with me carrying my friend on my back and going out of her room heading to the apartment door…


The father was awaken by our quick footsteps… he endured the pain and stood on his feet carrying a chair from the dining table and hitting the mother’s head causing her to fall instantly, the other middle sister and the oldest went out running and calling for help after a long period of being muted by the father, holding their bags and crying, and then they vanished from the sight, neighbors started calling the police and never dared to come inside fearing whatever might happen for them in the midst of the violence taking place there, I was crawling with my neck bruised after a strangling trial of him on me that was interrupted by the mother who hit his head with a frozen meat, I was pulling Lili’s legs strongly to get her out of the door while the mother was preventing that fatal predator from hitting her daughter again, he grabbed her by her hair wisps and pushed her on the stairs…


She fainted, right before my eyes and Lili’s too, my arms became exhausted and my friend became heavy, I saw him going down taking them and leaving me behind promising to punish me for what I did, he went in with them and closed the door, no one screamed, nothing was heard but the sirens of the police cars after he killed both of them and sat by the door that was blocked from the behind by a cabinet.


The witnesses were many, I was one, attending the court to give my statement, and to let everyone know that I came hoping to rescue my friend Lili, I did, somehow, I avenged them, as the middle and old sister claimed, but I deeply wished with mourn to have her with me in the court beside her sisters and her mother… but not all the endings are happy.


Not all the endings are fully satisfying.


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