Chapter 319
Whatever she had come to know was bad and hurting her . Enough that it had her crying again . The smell of the tears fresh around her .
"She was always nice to everyone around her . No matter what happened, always kind and sweet," he heard Penny speak, her words coming out muffled as her head continued to rest on his chest, "At least that was what I knew about her . Back in the day . . . there were villagers who would pass comments on us . Talking about how I didn't have a father and how my mother was a deranged person because of it . "
"Was she?" asked Damien, holding her in his arms .
"More than that," Penny pulled away from his arms . Sniffing and wiping her face with the sleeve of her right hand . Her eyes were wet, her eyelashes having specks of water in them with her eyes that looked void and lost, "I had wounds on my body . Black and blue which appeared every now and then when I was young . With the hostility between us and the villagers that had formed, they often punished me . "
"How so?" his eyes narrowed waiting for her to continue on the thought of what the villagers had done to her .
"Not letting me go home . Making me stall if I bought something from the forest . Pushing me to a puddle of mud or taking away things that were meant for the home . All these years, I thought it was them who had hurt me," she exhaled out the air tiredly . The fire in fireplace crackle, a burst of wood due to the possible accumulation of gas which crackled up before letting the others burn more brightly, "When I was young, I fell sick a lot . Finding myself in the bed often but also because my mother found me passed out on the streets but that wasn't what happened . "
Now that part of her memory had returned back, the memory which spoke the truth, she could hardly digest what she had seen . Her heart broke thinking about and remembering the way her mother had sliced the animal's neck . Thrown it on the wall like it was nothing .
How could her mother be heartless? Everything was a lie? Then what was the truth? Had there not been affection and her mother had never meant to love her as her daughter? She felt her head hurt .
"It wasn't the villagers who hurt me," she repeated her previous words, "It was my mother who hit me in the house for not listening to her . I guess our relationship wasn't as perfect as I thought it was . In the past, every time I came close to knowing about her using her witchcraft to do something, she tried to stall me . And when that didn't work, she erased my memory in regards to everything that related to the hour and day .
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