chapter 2

It was a blissful morning. Sun was already out, and she could hear some light honks of early morning vehicles, but it seemed like she was too tired to open her eyes and leave the comfy soft bed for once. Trying to continue her precious world of fantasy, she snuggled more on a warm thing beside her, wanting to be heated for fighting against the chilly cold outside the soft unbelievably comfortable blanket. She groaned as her mind was finally waking up, but she didn't want to get out of the bed so soon.

'So comfortable.' She mumbled huskily wrapping her arms around her supposed to be pillow. But it felt different from usual, it was hard, tough but still so comfortable, completely opposite of her annoying minion plushy companion. She was confused. Why was her cute little soft minion feeling like a giant Godzilla? Oh my God, did her yellow bed mate caught a yellow jaundice fever or what? Panicked by the thought of her dream coming true, she abruptly opened her but the time, the air, even the morning buss stopped when she caught the sight in front of her.

Silky hairs, pearly eyes, long eyelashes, sharp jawline and those so kissable lips. She stared at the beauty in front of her and her eyes could get tired any soon. How can someone be this perfect? She thought, admiring the features of that eye-catching beauty. But wait? Who was he? And why was she there? And WHY THE HELL WERE THEY BOTH NAKED? She immediately sat up on the bed, trying hard to recall last night.

(Flashback)

She was drinking with her best friend, complaining about her miserable life as her cheeks got drenched by her own salty tears. She was drinking continuously for a lot of time and it seemed her small urinary bladder getting out of its capacity. Washroom! She wanted to go and went for its search Though her vision was blurry out of alcohol as her feet kept swinging from side to side. Someone fair, with pink glossy curved lips helped her, she was so grateful. She envied her lips, they were just perfect but wait, washroom comes first. With the help of that 'Lips person', she entered a room. But where was the toilet seat? She was limping, trying hard to balance herself when someone pulled her harshly and smashed over the bed. Hovering over her petite figure, he looked at her with need, with those hungry eyes of him.

'You shouldn't have drugged me.' He said before aggressively kissing her lips. She tried to fight but her drunken self let her swim in that ocean of intimacy. 

(Flashback End)

'Oh shit!' She whispered grabbing her hairs in frustration. Did she just lose her virginity?! And also to a stranger? No no no! She gulped her thoughts in, trying to calm her self down. It was really a big thing, socially and personally too. Not like she had a boyfriend to question her but what when she will have one? A girl with hymen is always considered as pure and now socially, she was not in that category. What if people find out and what if her father finds out? Still, her heart clenched with fright, she decided to leave the place first. Carefully getting out of the sheets, trying her best to not wake up that stranger, she put her feet on cold floor followed by her trembling hands picking up her cloths scattered on the floor. Quickly wearing her clothes and taking her belongings, she stepped out of the room which was a way too luxurious for her simple and middle class life.

Taking a deep breath, she put her step inside the house, kind of afraid of how her father will react. Will he be still asleep? Probably but it wasn't full of guarantee. The familiar scent of beer touched her nose plates as she walked the dimmed lighted living room due to closed curtains. Of course the house was messy, she wasn't there the last night to tidy up the things, right? Putting her purse on the couch, she started picking the clothes and leftover food on couch, when she felt a hard thing hitting back of her head.

'Ow!' While groaning and rubbing back of her head, she turned to witness her father, fuming with flames of anger.

'WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT, BITCH?' He asked as his wide steps approached her in just a blink of an eye. Grabbing handful of her hairs in his tight grip, he questioned her like a soldier do to his enemy. She knew if she told him what happened, she would be bitten to death. So she decided to keep her mouth shut and let him do what he can. 

'WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU LAST NIGHT? AND WHAT ABOUT MY DINNER, HUH?' He grabbed her cheeks harshly. She scoffed mentally. He was not worried about her but his dinner. Drinking, eating, sleeping and abusing his only daughter was what he was doing for last 10 years. A 12-year-old young girl was now a fully grown independent 22 year old lady but the thing remained the same was her father. Beside pickling of his hairs to gray, his eyes showed the same emotions for past 10 years which she tried hard to read but couldn't. She can't even believe it was her same 'dad' who couldn't bear even a tear in her eyes. How many times she wished they can be like before but what she should do? She didn't even know why she was being treated this way. She didn't know where the hole in the tank to repair and make it better.

He pushed her to the ground, taking out his belt as her eyes widened. She was being beaten up by belt only once in her whole abusive life and sure, it was no joke. What to do? What to do? She mumbled as she got all sweaty with her numb brain. 

'Splash!' She gasped when she saw the leather belt being waved in air and now, it was her turn.What was she going to do?