Science Fiction, Violence, Blood and other Shit

1. Genre is Science Fiction.
   
2. Word Count is 34,900 words.
   
3. Contains ample Action and Violence.
   
4. There is no rape or Non-Consensual sex in this particular content. Only straight Hetero-Sex in two places.
   
5. I work in .DOC format, nothing else will do.
   
6. If you're familiar with track changes, that will be a great help.
   
7. There is no time-frame, but I don't expect to live forever. So, if you can do the job within a specified time frame of your choice, I can, at the very least, stop worrying about my story.

I heard the distant shatter of glass, and then the unmistakable sound of her scream.

My parents were fighting again. Or my Dad was hitting Mom, to be more precise. I could hear his drunken yell and the unmistakable sound of flesh hitting flesh.

There wasn’t anything spectacular about my childhood. Mom worked her ass off, working multiple shifts to pay the bills and my tuition fees. Dad gambled the money away and spent the rest on drinking. Then he’d come back home and vent out his anger on Mom. She would resist, and he’d hit her.

He just needed an excuse.

My earliest memories were of my mother holding me as I slept. She’d sing a lullaby that was beautiful and haunting at the same time. It stuck with me throughout my life. I felt safe, warm and protected. I cherished those moments.

The memories started to fade as I grew older and almost gone as I witnessed my home breaking down in front of my eyes.

As soon as the clock struck eleven, she’d wake me up and send me to hide somewhere outside the house so that Dad couldn’t hit me.

I did not go far, but hid right behind our house in the wilderness. I’d sit down in the underbrush and listen closely, just in case my Dad went far enough and killed her. The other day, he almost came close, but the neighbour intervened before I could. My fist remained clenched the entire time. It was the only release for my anger.

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