"What the hell! Where is my money? You insane woman! You did that again, didn't you?" a man, subtle around his face, unable to stand properly spoke with such aggression in his voice.
"What is it, Rowan? Why the hell are you shouting early this morning?" a lady, graceful and with her facial expression looking she's terrified, asked the man.
"You cruel woman!" the man just turned around his face to see his wife and gave her a hard slap and watched her fell badly on the wooden floor.
"You stole my money, didn't you?" he strode towards her, big steps.. grabbing her chin roughly.
"I-I.. didn't..." the lady frightened in fear stammered in her words.
Rowan Butler was a drunkard, plain and simple. His breakfast was whiskey with a rum chaser. He was slurring his words by lunchtime and passed out by the afternoon. What little food he ate was in the form of chips and cold wieners from a jar. He didn't leave a house for anything. He even paid a widowed neighbour to shop for him. Empty beer cans and spirit bottles lay discarded about the house. Wherever a can or bottle was when it became empty was where it stayed. Only when his friend visited him once a month or so did the empties get thrown out. no one else came. His temper was legendary. He detested himself and anyone who showed him kindness. When he was sure he was alone he would often cry for all the regrets and mistakes he'd make, for all the love he had driven away.
"You liar!" he spat in anger and slapped his wife, leaving her face hitting on the floor as she spat the mouthful of blood.
He came back with a big black leather hunter rope in his hand and started beating his wife, leaving her clothes tearing up from places.
The yelling of the woman in pain was heard in the whole house... in the whole neighbourhood.
"Where is my....." Rowan was screaming in anger at his wife while he was interrupted by a voice, "No, father! It was me who stole your money. You leave her!" the voice sounded like the heaven flowing down to earth, is like a caress of a rose petal around someone's ear lobe.
She had a rich, sweet and melodious voice. A girl, she had a shapely figure, a wasp waist, twin thin body, glossy skin and velvety eyelashes. Her hair was ebony black with rapture blue eyes and syrup sweet lips and wore grungy jeans and a shirt.
For a moment, her father stopped hearing those words while her mother pleaded, "Amelia! You go from here. Run!"
"Oh, so you here to save your mother. You and I both know how much of a wicked and savage this woman is." Rowan in a rage barked at his 21-year-old daughter.
"No! I mean it. I have your money." the girl, Amelia, replied in an impassive tone.
"Okay, now show me.." her father threw the hunter rope on the floor and crossed his hands to his chest, waiting for the explanation or you can say to see the money..which of course she didn't have.
Confused, Amelia didn't know what to do... till she spoke something her father grabbed the hair of his wife and slapped her continuously.
"No, father!" she ran to stop her father but her mother pushed her away saying, "I said go!" then turned her face towards her husband and yelled, "You want to hit me? If that makes you happy just hit me but know one thing Rowan for the love of God that ex-lover of your doesn't even care for you now. Look at you now! A drunk old man!" she spat in anger staring at his strange sunken eyes.
Another second and Rowan threw Amelia out of the room and she got her head hit in the wooden wall and fell down, hissing in pain.
He then shut the door of the room and locked it from inside. Amelia managed to stand up and ran to save her mother.
God knows what that old and evil beast will do that to her innocent mother. She kept on knocking and hitting at the door but all she heard was the yelling voices of her mother, she pleading her husband to have mercy.
Weird and strange thoughts were coming into Amelia's mind. What if he kills her? What if her mother would do something she regrets later? What will Amelia do without her mother? She's the only person in her life she trusts the most.
Every night she prays to God that her father must die. He must leave them alone once and for all. She doesn't even believe that she's the daughter of this monster. That man cannot be her father.
Amelia grew up hating her father. He never loved her just kept on cursing her, loathing her. His hate for her was strong enough that after all these years he was not been able to love her or even accept her.
According to him, she was the biggest mistake he made in his life. Now he has to tolerate her for the rest of his life or until.....he got her married to a rich man.
Then, after a full minute, there was complete silence. Not a single voice or noise was heard from the room.
The heart of Amelia was beating in her ears, then with a slight push the door of the room being opened and there stood the monster.. his hands covered in blood.
Did he really kill her?
Passing by him, she just ran inside. It was a heart-wrenching scene to see the scenario in front of her eyes.
Amelia was in a trance, a small drop of tear released from her eyes.
There was blood on the floor, and Amelia stood there staring at the scene.
"Mother...." in a low and shaky crying voice, she murmured with the continuous tears flowing from her eyes.
As Amelia looks into the room, it stares back at her, with her being very horrified at how much filthy it looks. There she was slowly plodding through the room with the furnace of disgusting smell, her feet were suddenly seeking in the abomination of cloths. It was too filthy for her to believe.The bedroom wasn't just a mess, it was a disaster zone.On the floor was her mother, laying and sobbing helplessly. Amelia strode towards her and went on her knees."Mother..." she cried incapable and powerless. Within a second both the mother and daughter hugged each other like this was their safe place."At least say something, mother.." cried the daughter while the mother gave a little whimper as if saying something."Can't you talk?" she broke the hug and asked her crying mother. In return, the poor mother just shook her head.Amelia held her mother's hand as tears fell off her blue eyes, the eyes represented the ocean. The ocean is so deep and f
Two days passed by, Amelia was learning how to talk to her mother as she could not speak...Amelia gave her a notebook and a pen to write it down and in this way, she will read and understand what her mother is trying to say.Amelia and her mother were staying in one room, with each other while the insane man was all the time, downstairs.The daughter wasn't giving him any food to eat but she makes the breakfast, lunch, and dinner and took it upstairs for her mother and herself.This time they compromised too. Kept their mouth shut. Only whispers of Amelia were heard in the room when she talked to her mother and in return Grace just write it down on a piece of paper.Grace has her daughter by her side and she felt powerful. Amelia was her pride, the apple of her eye. All of her life, she had one thing... one thing to make her miserable life livable.When she was coming back from the kitchen, her father interrupted her by saying, "Clean the house. Ri
"Amelia.. you are here.." a girl, pretty blonde said in an over-excited tone."I had to..tell me what is the news?" Amelia hugged her best friend, Mia and asked about the current situation.Standing in a small cafe... more like a bar.. far away from Amelia's home.. the girls were chatting."Henry was asking for you... your turn is today." Mia, the blonde girl replied to her, taking her handbag from her."Okay.." Amelia adjusted herself and went to the manager's room and after a few minutes, she came out with a nervous face."What? You can do it, Elia. I can say with confidence that you will do great. Just breathe and show your magic." the best friend boosted up her faith and assured her.For a second, Amelia just closed her eyes and recalled all the bad days..of how much of her mother and she suffered because of her father.Her mother became tongue less because of that man. Now she has to do something for herself and her mother. Even
After an hour of travelling on a local bus, Amelia finally reached home.All the way going back, she was thinking about her life.. her incomplete and miserable life. Every night she prays to God, that some miracle happens and she will get rid of this melancholic and sorrowful life.Amelia was completely heartbroken and a lost soul. By a miracle, she doesn't mean a man will come and take away all the pain from her life but she and her mother will live a happy life without her father.Amelia dreamt of a man, mature and handsome.. intelligent enough to handle her. But she cannot leave her mother like this.Her ideal definition of a man was; someone who won't care that she's incapable of sitting still at home or not educated, someone who realizes that half of the decisions she makes are usually the ones she regrets, and she has the right to overreact at any given moment. She wants someone who knows how completely insane she is and he wouldn't want her any oth
"He's going to sell me to someone.." she sobbed in her mother's bosom while she caressed her only daughter's hair.Her heard broke into several pieces, thinking of nothing but getting sold."I've heard it, mother. Richard is brainwashing him. They were talking about some rich men." Amelia added whining and sniffling.Hearing this, Grace was fuming with anger. She stood up and walked out of the room.Confused Amelia, followed her mother, wiping her tears off.As Grace stepped out the stairs, she saw both of the men chatting in a cheerful tone.Richard noticed the presence of his best friend's wife, he stood up and spoke in an amused tone, "Hi, Grace. It's too good to see you.."Without seeing him, she just strode towards her husband, grabbed him from the collar and slapped his face hard.As the man was drunk, he quickly fell, on his wife's foot while she kicked him in the ribs."What the hell..." Richard said in bewilderm
Looking back, she saw her father was not on the sofa chair.Now, where did this man, go? He was here a second ago when he asked her to open the door for the people."Won't you let us in, beautiful?" one of the men, in his deep yet low voice, spoke with a grin on his face."Excuse me, but who are you? Uncle Richard..." she asked the man, then turned her face at Richard and asked."Let us in. They are friends of your father.." Richard reacted smartly if he tells her right now about the man, would she let them in?It was not a smart move, let the father tell his daughter that she's gone.In a second, Amelia moved towards the side, making space for the men to come in."Why, thank you.." both of the men spoke in an impressing tone.Passing by her, she heard them whispering, "She's obedient, enough. Isn't she?"Amelia knitted her brows in confusion, unable to understand what's in their mind."Rowan?" Richard called out
Why did he give her the sedative? And what for? Did he already know that she was going with the men?She left without even goodbye.. there's no way back now. Is it?Sitting in the back seat of a luxurious Mercedes Benz, she was thinking about her mother.. her father.. about her life.She was on the back seat with Richard, far away, touched to the door and looking out of the window.Amelia lived in a small town where there were no big buildings, or luxurious cars or people wearing a tux.Just at the bar, she saw a few men wearing a proper suit, looking complete gentleman otherwise, there were only normal kinds of people.As the road passed by and they were going towards the city, she admired the view lifting her head out of the window, what she saw, took her breath away.Lights glittered everywhere just like stars dropping to the earth, huge and small buildings collided in a mixture of shadow and geometry. A breathtaking, marvellous, a
"Who is that person?" she, with a sudden spark of hope in her eyes, asked the girls."Oh, she's just messing with you. There's no one.." the girl, who looked clever from the face, said to Amelia, then showed eyes to the rest of them."Once you are here, you remain here. Always. No family or lovers then." she added in such a confident tone that it broke the heart of Amelia.The tiny drops of tears released from the corners of her eyes, as if she had been lonely in this entire world.Sudden clinging pain on the left side of her chest, her heart was unbearable.. like someone had stabbed her in the organ.Amelia clenched and unclenched her fists, walking away from the girls.. towards the bed.She heard the low whisper gossips of the girls, looking at her and talking..."There's no way in hell I'm wearing these cheap clothes," she said to herself, loud enough to hear by everybody."Oh, yeah? You won't?" she heard a deep and heavy vo