The Traitor's Daughter

“No. No! Please!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as several guns were pointed at me with a chunk of my hair in his hands.

It hurt like hell but my scalp has been through much worse.

What pierced through my stupid heart was the fact that my father did not even bat an eye at my helplessness and pain, rather he was even the one who suggested that I be taken to do with as they pleased, just to protect himself.

Making me pay, yet again, for a crime I did not commit.

°•°•°• 1 HOUR AGO

My heart thumped in my chest as I heard the horn of his car, every single heartbeat accelerated to a point that a person should fear for their life, but that was already a part of my everyday life.

My heart pounding, not because of anything good but out of the fear of my father returning home.

I wondered what kind of beating and insults awaited me today as I scrambled to pick every single thing from the couch, chair and path to his room.

I did them as fast as I could so that I could get away from his sight as that would definitely reduce my pain for the day, even though I knew very well within me that he would look for me, just to torture me.

As soon as I finished, I started to speed walk away when I heard the handle of the main door croak, announcing the appearance of the man I hated the most. My father.

“You! Come here.” He yelled in his ugly groggy voice like that of a drunkard, but the sound still made me jump.

I hated how he called me, how he breathed, his he looked and every single thing that made him him.

Begrudgingly but with a fake smile on my face, I approached him and as soon as I got close enough, my face stung with the pain of the slap that landed in my cheeks, too fast for me to brace myself for it.

“Take my shoes off. How many times do I have to remind you, idiot?” He asked angrily and I just obediently bent down, and removed his shoes.

Everything in me wanted to respond. To show my displeasure at his way of calling me and his assault but I had learned the hard way, the first time I tired that.

The burn marks on my back served as a reminder that I was nothing but a dirty rat in his eyes, and he would not hesitate to kill me.

The foul smell from his shoes hit me hard as I could never get used to it, so I tried to be fast with it but he noticed, and bent my head directing it to be directly in front of the shoe, so close that the tip of my nose touched it.

I held in my tears and every grunt, as it was the only way I could rebel and not be killed.

“Very vile thing you are.” He grunted as he hoisted me up with my hair that was already in his hands, the pain making my toes curl but I bit back every groan of pain.

My silence seemed to further piss him off, because all of a sudden, he began to remove his belt. His main tool for assaulting me.

As soon as he undid his belt, I began to hyperventilate and scramble away from him but he stopped all my movements with a heavy blow to my stomach and this time, my strength immediately left me.

All I could do was gasp and groan.

“Sir.” His right hand man Mr. David interjects, placing a hand on his shoulder to stop him but he shook it off, and faced me again somehow even angrier than before.

Before he could land the first whip, Mr. David stops it by putting his hands in front of me, the belt leaving an angry red mark in his wrist as my father never used the body but always the head of the belt.

“What is the relationship between you too? Are you fucking my daughter?”. He roars out and turns to me with pure anger. His eyes already having their crazed look and his mouth twisting as it did when he was angry.

I immediately gathered myself and stood up. I would do anything to get away from him now because he had no limit when he was angry.

He could kill me.

He would.

I didn't want to die, not yet at least.

How can I rest in peace if I'm killed in the same house I'd been captive in?

I still haven't seen what outside looks like except from my windows and on the few days that I can go out to the garden.

‘No, no, I can't die now.’ I said to myself as I dragged myself up and got to my feet. However, I was too slow for him.

The fast unfit looking man I have as a father was still as agile as a horse.

Before I could take a step after standing up, my head was struck with the head of his belt with so much force that immediately fell to the ground.

The pain, making me scream out loud as he towered over me.

“I'll kill you today.” He laughed as he took steps, getting closer to me. Despite the searing pain in my head, I crawled away with every step he took towards me.

As he raised the belt the second time, I closed my eyes waiting for the impact and already slowly accepting my fate, when the blaring sound of the house alarm went off.

He immediately forgot about me as the mafia in him woke up, and went to look at the small screen by the door to see who just breached the security system.

As soon as he turned his back to me, I ran.