Third Person POV
In Gotham City, Milena was walking down the street alone with a beer bottle in her hand. She was drinking alcohol but then, she got a certain flashback from her horrible childhood, almost giving her a panic attack. She never knew that this flashback would replay in her head.
“Where the hell did this come from?” Milena asked herself softly. “Why did this certain flashback come back to her and replay over and over again?”
I was riding in the backseat of the car while my mother drove the car. We were moving to Gotham City for some reason but I didn’t know why but I was somewhat excited. I looked out of the car window curiously and sighed softly.
“Dad where are we going? Why did we move away from our hometown?” I asked.
My father turned around and looked at me with the creepiest smile. Chills went down my spine and all I could do was give him a nervous smile. He was so damn creepy and I did not understand why he was like that.
“Oh you will see.” He started to say. “We have some big things in stored for you when you get older.”
What does he mean by that? I do not understand.
“But I do not understand what you mean by that. You are scaring me.” I replied, shaking in fear.
Immediately, my mother hit on the brakes and made the car screech really loudly. I covered my ears while car screeched until it finally stopped. My mom turned around and looked at me evilly.
“Milena shut up!” My mother snarled. “When we get to our new home, I am going to punish you!”
Looking down, I fidgeted with my hands and tears rolled down my cheeks but my face got grabbed roughly. She smacked me super in the face and all I could let out was a whimper.
“Stop crying you idiot!” My father yelled, balling her fists up.
I tried to scoot back but my father grabbed my arm roughly and looked at me with an evil glare. I looked up at my parents and gulped, not wanting to anger them any further but I knew it would help me right now.
“I-I’m sorry.” I stuttered. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“Do you want to get your ass beaten again?!” My father growled.
I shook my head at them in disagreement. Lisa smirked at me sadistically and more chills went down my spine. I was so scared of my parents and I didn’t know if I was ever going to escape them because they know that I am too scared of them.
“That’s what I thought.” my father smirked. “Now shut up before your punishment gets worse.”
When we got home, my mother grabbed the key and unlocked the front door. All three of us walked into our new home and I knew that things were going to get super ugly.