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Also I heard a thump.
His hands released my hands and hair and he fell down.
I turned around, scared, eyes wet from all the tears. The first thing I saw was blood.
Blood was rushing out of this... this a****l's head. He lay there, silent, not moving.
I looked up and saw my mother standing there with a statue of a rock in her hands, blood covering the rock.
She too was paralyzed, unable to move. I was staring now too.
A dead body on the ground. My mom killed him. I kept crying.
She let the rock fall and not a second later she was hugging me, crying on my shoulder.
"Oh God Stephanie, I'm so sorry." She sobbed in my ear.
I heard a voice but it was too far away, my mind and gaze was fixed on the body on the floor.
Blood... blood... blood. She pulled me out of the couch away from the body.
Her voice was growing stronger now.
"...to leave. Come on Stephanie," she sobbed and cried,
"pack your things, we can't stay here anymore."
She took me upstairs and then everything was a blur.
The next thing I remembered was sitting in the car, fully clothed,
my other clothes in a bag on the backseat and my mom driving, crying.
I couldn't concentrate. I stared out in front of me.
Trees, grass, the sky, it all flew past but the image of the body was haunting me.
Not moving... blood coming out of the head... mom with the rock in her hands.
Then it hit me... he was dead. Dead. I laughed, I cried.
Emotions shot through my head like bullets. Then my mind went blank.
I woke up in a strange double bed wearing only underwear.
Instantly my mind brought up the picture of the body.
I tried to shake it off, to forget it, but it didn't work. I looked around.
A chair, a window and a door to my left, a cabinet and mirror in front and what looked
like a hallway and a wall to my right.
I managed to drag myself out of bed, my head spinning, my body hurting.
I walked towards the window and looked outside. The light hurt my eyes.
We were in a motel. I walked towards the sink and stared at myself in the mirror.
The entire left side of my head was hurt bad.
I had a black eye, my cheek was double its normal size, my upper lip was cut
and there was dried blood under my nose.
I remembered him digging his nails into my breast. I pulled down part of my bra to check it.
Nothing serious, nothing that wouldn't heal.
It was only then that I heard water falling. I glanced right and saw there was a door ajar.
I slowly walked up to it and as I drew closer I heard sobbing.
I peeked my head in and saw my mother sitting in the corner fully clothed, softly crying under the shower.
I walked in. I had to comfort her, tell her that I was there, support her.
The water was freezing, but I didn't care.
I sat down next to her, but she didn't seem to react.
I put my arms around her and hugged her tight. That's when she released it all.
She hugged me back, tears falling down my shoulder mixed with the freezing water.
I kept silent and caressed her hair.
"I'm so sorry Stephanie," she mumbled against my body,
"I'm so sorry. I should have never let him hurt you."
I held her even tighter. "Hey come on mom, it's not your fault, it was never your fault."
"Yes it was. I should have done something about him sooner, he should have never laid a finger on you."
My eyes watered now too. "You don't have to worry about it anymore. It's over mom, he's gone."
She cried even harder now. "Yes, because I killed him. I'm a murderer, I'm nothing more than a murderer."
"No mom, you're not. You're not a murderer. You're a wonderful human being who just protected her daughter.
You're not to blame, he's, a ... an ... a****l that's what he is."
She wouldn't stop and shook her head. "No, it is true. I can feel it, I feel his blood on my hands, on my body."
I cried now too. I touched her face, she was freezing.
I turned the heat up and began undressing her. she looked up at me. "What are you doing?"
"I'm undressing you and I'm going to wash you so that so called blood is off your body." She didn't stop me.
I took of her shoes, her top, her socks and pants.
Then I took a deep breath and took of her bra and panties.
I took soap and a washcloth and got behind her.
I spread my legs around her and let her lean back against my body.
I put on the washcloth, squirted some soap on it and began washing her face.
She rested her head on my shoulder, closed her eyes and let me wash her.
By the time I reached her shoulders and began washing her arms, she wasn't shaking
and freezing anymore and she had stopped sobbing.
But even though she stopped sobbing I felt she still had trouble keeping it in and she still believed she was responsible. But she was not.
She only did what she did to save me, that a****l brought it on himself.
My mom only saved me because she loved me.
I moved from her arms to her breasts. I never thought I'd be doing this.
She had c-sized breasts. I used to know the exact size, but not anymore.
Gliding the wash cloth over them reminded me of the first time I tried her bra on.
I was very young and her bra was way too big.
It put a smile on my face, the first one since... since yesterday.
I washed her stomach but then I was a bit reluctant at washing her vagina.
Putting on a brave face and saying it wasn't her fault didn't mean I had no problem
with touching her private parts.
I took a deep breath and did it anyway.
The washcloth glided over her clit down along her lips and a soft moan escaped her lips.
She trembled a bit as I continued. Wow, she's pretty sensitive I thought to myself.
No, stop don't think that about your own mother. I quickly moved on to her thighs and legs.
After a long time I was done with her body and I quickly shampooed her long black hair.
"There." I said. And before I knew what was happening she turned her head and
kissed me on my lips. "Thank you." she whispered.
I was too startled to say something back. My mom just kissed me.
Why? It was probably just confusion.
With all the things that have happened, everyone would be a bit messed up. Right?
"Do you believe me know mom, it wasn't your fault okay? You saved me from that monster."
She nodded, but still a bit unsure.
I left the shower on, but we got out, I dried her off and told her to go take a nap
before stripping naked and getting in the shower again myself.
The moment she was out of the bathroom I sank to my knees and started crying myself.
I had to keep looking strong for my mother, but everything that a****l had done over the years
hit me like on big punch. All the punches, all the names, all the degrading stuff.
And now even the thought of m*****ation.
If my mom wasn't there, if she didn't love me like she did I would have been used, been violated
and I would end up killing myself, no question.
I couldn't take it anymore. But she saved me.
She made sure that monster would never hurt me or herself again.
I cried for a long time, but for some reason my mother's kiss cheered me up.
I had no idea why, but it did.
My mother was and is still a beautiful woman.
Every time we would go out on the street I noticed some guys staring at her.
She had long, wavy black hair, incredibly beautiful blue eyes, a cute small nose, thick red lips,
now that I had seen them, pretty breasts and what was that saying I heard
a long time ago... oh yes, an ass to die for.
She was still pretty young so she didn't look her age. And it didn't stop at her looks.
She had an amazing personality. She would always help people, make them smile.
Even when my father had beaten her or me, she would do anything to make me smile, to make me laugh.
But now, after what happened, she looked defeated.
No smile, no happiness, only sadness and tears. I couldn't stand seeing her like that.
I would do everything I could to make her happy again.
I washed myself and got out of the shower.
I looked at myself in the mirror and even though the left side of my face was beaten up,
I realized that I looked somewhat like my mother.
I had dark brown hair instead of black, but I had the same eyes.
We had the same small nose but my lips weren't as thick as hers and I was a bit paler than her.
My hormones gave me cute small b-sized breasts which I was happy with and my penis when
erect would be around 6 inches.
But my personality was way different. Where she was open and talkative,
I was shy, nervous and insecure.
That bastard made sure of that.
I knew it was his fault and that I shouldn't be, but hearing him call me a slut, a skank,
a stupid dumb whore, that I didn't deserve to live, that I'd be better of on the streets,
living in a cardboard box making money by sucking dick over and over again hurt me in ways
no one can imagine.
I had never told Janet about him abusing me and every time I would come to school with a black eye
or something else, I would always make up an excuse.
I was sure she didn't believe me, but there was nothing she could do.
The only person I could really be open to, the only one who I could share everything with was my mother.
I dried off, put on some new clothes and walked out.
My mother was already standing there with her bag in her hand.
"Come Stephanie, we have to go, we can't stay here."
I sighed, collected my things and we took off.
This was going to be our life for a long time, on the run, nowhere to stay for too long.
I had just finished high school and I had so many plans after leaving that monster behind.
But now... nothing. It was as if our lives had stopped.
Maybe if we went somewhere remote, somewhere alone they wouldn't find us.
My mom's grandparents were farmers so we could maybe provide our own food.
Maybe they wouldn't find out, or maybe they would give up looking for us.
But right now, mom focused on getting away as far as possible.
We drove all day. I lost count of how many cities and villages we passed, I lost track of time.
At evening we finally pulled over at another motel. It looked almost exactly the same.
It had a double bed as well which meant I had to sleep next to my mom.
I put on a nightgown and got into bed and short after my mom joined me.
"Good night mom."
"Good night honey."
To be continued......
His hands released my hands and hair and he fell down.
I turned around, scared, eyes wet from all the tears. The first thing I saw was blood.
Blood was rushing out of this... this a****l's head. He lay there, silent, not moving.
I looked up and saw my mother standing there with a statue of a rock in her hands, blood covering the rock.
She too was paralyzed, unable to move. I was staring now too.
A dead body on the ground. My mom killed him. I kept crying.
She let the rock fall and not a second later she was hugging me, crying on my shoulder.
"Oh God Stephanie, I'm so sorry." She sobbed in my ear.
I heard a voice but it was too far away, my mind and gaze was fixed on the body on the floor.
Blood... blood... blood. She pulled me out of the couch away from the body.
Her voice was growing stronger now.
"...to leave. Come on Stephanie," she sobbed and cried,
"pack your things, we can't stay here anymore."
She took me upstairs and then everything was a blur.
The next thing I remembered was sitting in the car, fully clothed,
my other clothes in a bag on the backseat and my mom driving, crying.
I couldn't concentrate. I stared out in front of me.
Trees, grass, the sky, it all flew past but the image of the body was haunting me.
Not moving... blood coming out of the head... mom with the rock in her hands.
Then it hit me... he was dead. Dead. I laughed, I cried.
Emotions shot through my head like bullets. Then my mind went blank.
I woke up in a strange double bed wearing only underwear.
Instantly my mind brought up the picture of the body.
I tried to shake it off, to forget it, but it didn't work. I looked around.
A chair, a window and a door to my left, a cabinet and mirror in front and what looked
like a hallway and a wall to my right.
I managed to drag myself out of bed, my head spinning, my body hurting.
I walked towards the window and looked outside. The light hurt my eyes.
We were in a motel. I walked towards the sink and stared at myself in the mirror.
The entire left side of my head was hurt bad.
I had a black eye, my cheek was double its normal size, my upper lip was cut
and there was dried blood under my nose.
I remembered him digging his nails into my breast. I pulled down part of my bra to check it.
Nothing serious, nothing that wouldn't heal.
It was only then that I heard water falling. I glanced right and saw there was a door ajar.
I slowly walked up to it and as I drew closer I heard sobbing.
I peeked my head in and saw my mother sitting in the corner fully clothed, softly crying under the shower.
I walked in. I had to comfort her, tell her that I was there, support her.
The water was freezing, but I didn't care.
I sat down next to her, but she didn't seem to react.
I put my arms around her and hugged her tight. That's when she released it all.
She hugged me back, tears falling down my shoulder mixed with the freezing water.
I kept silent and caressed her hair.
"I'm so sorry Stephanie," she mumbled against my body,
"I'm so sorry. I should have never let him hurt you."
I held her even tighter. "Hey come on mom, it's not your fault, it was never your fault."
"Yes it was. I should have done something about him sooner, he should have never laid a finger on you."
My eyes watered now too. "You don't have to worry about it anymore. It's over mom, he's gone."
She cried even harder now. "Yes, because I killed him. I'm a murderer, I'm nothing more than a murderer."
"No mom, you're not. You're not a murderer. You're a wonderful human being who just protected her daughter.
You're not to blame, he's, a ... an ... a****l that's what he is."
She wouldn't stop and shook her head. "No, it is true. I can feel it, I feel his blood on my hands, on my body."
I cried now too. I touched her face, she was freezing.
I turned the heat up and began undressing her. she looked up at me. "What are you doing?"
"I'm undressing you and I'm going to wash you so that so called blood is off your body." She didn't stop me.
I took of her shoes, her top, her socks and pants.
Then I took a deep breath and took of her bra and panties.
I took soap and a washcloth and got behind her.
I spread my legs around her and let her lean back against my body.
I put on the washcloth, squirted some soap on it and began washing her face.
She rested her head on my shoulder, closed her eyes and let me wash her.
By the time I reached her shoulders and began washing her arms, she wasn't shaking
and freezing anymore and she had stopped sobbing.
But even though she stopped sobbing I felt she still had trouble keeping it in and she still believed she was responsible. But she was not.
She only did what she did to save me, that a****l brought it on himself.
My mom only saved me because she loved me.
I moved from her arms to her breasts. I never thought I'd be doing this.
She had c-sized breasts. I used to know the exact size, but not anymore.
Gliding the wash cloth over them reminded me of the first time I tried her bra on.
I was very young and her bra was way too big.
It put a smile on my face, the first one since... since yesterday.
I washed her stomach but then I was a bit reluctant at washing her vagina.
Putting on a brave face and saying it wasn't her fault didn't mean I had no problem
with touching her private parts.
I took a deep breath and did it anyway.
The washcloth glided over her clit down along her lips and a soft moan escaped her lips.
She trembled a bit as I continued. Wow, she's pretty sensitive I thought to myself.
No, stop don't think that about your own mother. I quickly moved on to her thighs and legs.
After a long time I was done with her body and I quickly shampooed her long black hair.
"There." I said. And before I knew what was happening she turned her head and
kissed me on my lips. "Thank you." she whispered.
I was too startled to say something back. My mom just kissed me.
Why? It was probably just confusion.
With all the things that have happened, everyone would be a bit messed up. Right?
"Do you believe me know mom, it wasn't your fault okay? You saved me from that monster."
She nodded, but still a bit unsure.
I left the shower on, but we got out, I dried her off and told her to go take a nap
before stripping naked and getting in the shower again myself.
The moment she was out of the bathroom I sank to my knees and started crying myself.
I had to keep looking strong for my mother, but everything that a****l had done over the years
hit me like on big punch. All the punches, all the names, all the degrading stuff.
And now even the thought of m*****ation.
If my mom wasn't there, if she didn't love me like she did I would have been used, been violated
and I would end up killing myself, no question.
I couldn't take it anymore. But she saved me.
She made sure that monster would never hurt me or herself again.
I cried for a long time, but for some reason my mother's kiss cheered me up.
I had no idea why, but it did.
My mother was and is still a beautiful woman.
Every time we would go out on the street I noticed some guys staring at her.
She had long, wavy black hair, incredibly beautiful blue eyes, a cute small nose, thick red lips,
now that I had seen them, pretty breasts and what was that saying I heard
a long time ago... oh yes, an ass to die for.
She was still pretty young so she didn't look her age. And it didn't stop at her looks.
She had an amazing personality. She would always help people, make them smile.
Even when my father had beaten her or me, she would do anything to make me smile, to make me laugh.
But now, after what happened, she looked defeated.
No smile, no happiness, only sadness and tears. I couldn't stand seeing her like that.
I would do everything I could to make her happy again.
I washed myself and got out of the shower.
I looked at myself in the mirror and even though the left side of my face was beaten up,
I realized that I looked somewhat like my mother.
I had dark brown hair instead of black, but I had the same eyes.
We had the same small nose but my lips weren't as thick as hers and I was a bit paler than her.
My hormones gave me cute small b-sized breasts which I was happy with and my penis when
erect would be around 6 inches.
But my personality was way different. Where she was open and talkative,
I was shy, nervous and insecure.
That bastard made sure of that.
I knew it was his fault and that I shouldn't be, but hearing him call me a slut, a skank,
a stupid dumb whore, that I didn't deserve to live, that I'd be better of on the streets,
living in a cardboard box making money by sucking dick over and over again hurt me in ways
no one can imagine.
I had never told Janet about him abusing me and every time I would come to school with a black eye
or something else, I would always make up an excuse.
I was sure she didn't believe me, but there was nothing she could do.
The only person I could really be open to, the only one who I could share everything with was my mother.
I dried off, put on some new clothes and walked out.
My mother was already standing there with her bag in her hand.
"Come Stephanie, we have to go, we can't stay here."
I sighed, collected my things and we took off.
This was going to be our life for a long time, on the run, nowhere to stay for too long.
I had just finished high school and I had so many plans after leaving that monster behind.
But now... nothing. It was as if our lives had stopped.
Maybe if we went somewhere remote, somewhere alone they wouldn't find us.
My mom's grandparents were farmers so we could maybe provide our own food.
Maybe they wouldn't find out, or maybe they would give up looking for us.
But right now, mom focused on getting away as far as possible.
We drove all day. I lost count of how many cities and villages we passed, I lost track of time.
At evening we finally pulled over at another motel. It looked almost exactly the same.
It had a double bed as well which meant I had to sleep next to my mom.
I put on a nightgown and got into bed and short after my mom joined me.
"Good night mom."
"Good night honey."
To be continued......
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