Destined to be together

Chapter 7

*Caution this chapter includes suicidal thoughts and self-harm. If you are not okay reading things like these, please don't proceed.*

April

I finally reached home.

Now I just need some food and peaceful sleep.

A small smile appeared on my face.
I quickly opened the door and walked in.
My father was seated on the couch reading the newspaper.

Before I could explain why I was late a hard smack came to my face and I fall on the ground.

My cheek hurting badly and tears came rolling down from my cheeks.

Before I could pull myself up, more and more loud beating came up to me with loud yelling and cursing.

Words that tore me apart, leaving more scars inside me than outside.

I didn't have any energy to pull myself up or protect myself.

I saw my mother's face standing in the kitchen she wiped her tears.
Even if she wanted to protect me she couldn't.

He yanked me grabbing me by my hair.
"Where were you all night fucking men? You fucking whore."
"So you have chosen to do what you are good at huh?"
"Answer me, you bitch!"

Disgust was clearly visible on his face.

My head hit the floor with a thud.

He threw the newspaper at me and left the room.

I saw my mother's helpless tear tainted face before I passed out.

I woke up in a dark room.
My body aching with pain.
I stumbled, supporting the wall behind me, and stood up.

I quietly went to my room.
My whole body wincing in pain.
I closed the door behind me, turned on the light, and saw my reflection in the mirror.

A lonely tear escaped my eye.

A slight red handprint was still visible on my right cheek.
I slowly lift my hands and took off my top.
Dark purple spots were visible all over my body.
My arms, shoulder, stomach.

Some new scars were in the process to leave some permanent scars.

But it was nothing compared to the scars he has left inside me for years. Making those wound deeper and deeper with every passing day.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
I wanted to cry out loud, let go of my pain.
But I was numb.
I felt like my soul has left my body.

I went to my bed, curled up in a ball, waited for sleep to consume me, and give me relief from the pain.

*The next day*

The buzzing alarm woke me up.
I have no energy to get up.

Slowly I pulled myself up, went to the washroom, and freshen up.
I pulled out a full sleeve top to make sure the spots were not visible.
I picked up my bag and left for the office.

When I reached there a few girls and boys from my department was already there.

I slowly got in and took my seat.
Some of them were giving me weird looks.

On other days my anxiety would have kicked in but I had no energy left today.

I put my head on the table in front of me and closed my eyes.
Suddenly someone pulled my bag away from my lap and threw it on the floor.

What is it now?

I looked up to see Angelina, one of the girls in my class.

"I heard something about you," she said giving me a dirty look.