This is the begiining from a short story in my miscellany "Tales of The Truth"
and the story is called "Bloodstained Revenge"
okay, first I normally speak german so PLEASE ignore my spelling and my grammar! I know it isn't that good but I want to know something about the content and no the form
okay here it is:

It was a rainy Thursday evening when Samantha Clarkson left the big Victorian house, which was her prison for five years. She held her little baby daughter in her arms and her five years old son followed her by the side. “Come back, silly b***h and bring those bastards with you!” This was her husband, Mr Mark Clarkson. Since he lost his job in a research institute, he became addicted to alcohol. Now after two years, he had nothing but beating and insults for his wife and his little children. It was time to leave. She didn’t feel guilty about it. She did not marry him because of love and she wanted a better life for her children. “William, come on!” she shouted at the little boy. Even if he was her own son, Samantha was often scared of him. It was not because of this appearance. William had thick and curly black hair, grey eyes and was thinner than other children in his age; there was nothing really special about him. But he had a special manner that made people feel scared and queasy. “We are going to visit Aunt Emily, do you remember her?” He looked straight up to her. “No”, he said quietly, “we are going to left him, aren’t we?” William pointed at the house and at the little, dark figure walking through the grass. “Just for a while. Sometimes mommies and daddies have some problems together and then one of them leaves, so that they can solve their problems. He’s still your dad.” “I hate him.” Samantha was surprised. “You should not say things like that, Will.” “But you hate him, too!” Maybe this was some kind of children’s honesty, but maybe something more. She pushed him into the car. One Look back at their home and then they were off. They never came back again. Mr Mark Clarkson died three months later. He felt drunk down the stairs and broke his neck. The big Victorian house was unoccupied and after some years it has been demolished. Now there is a modern office building with elevators and a lot of glass. Only the huge, Iron Gate still stands there, where many years earlier a desperate mother with her children had left for a better future.

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