Survival Or Freedom

The sound of my father climbing up the stairs had my heart thumping aloud in my chest.

Beads of hot sweat ran like streams from my head irrespective of the cold breeze, hitting my face from the window.

I suddenly started to regret my decision and wanted to crawl under my bed and hide from my father. I wrapped my hand around my body, slightly brushing against the wounds on my shoulders, as I was forced to cry silently in pain, mentally preparing for my father's presence in my room as i watched my room door shook slightly.

The sound of keys dangling outside of my room and the lock opening send shivers down my spine, and suddenly, my father pushed open the door.

His scent first hit hard on my face, coupled with a dark mist and smoky scent that suddenly filled the room along with a deadly cold aura, dangerously wrapping against me that forces me into submission.

I fell to my knees immediately as I heard my father remarked impatiently. And I trembled slightly as fear gripped up my