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CHAPTER-1
"Nandini. Come here! Get down on your f**king knees." He commanded with a wicked smile across his face, taking out his belt.
I hesitated. As I ignored him, he stroked his belt on the hard floor making me flinch.
"Get.down.on.your.knees!" He repeated.
I had no choice but to obey him. I feared him. I was scared of him. I crawled on to my knees, having an abominable pain on my arms and stomach caused by the previous hits and cuts.
"Now feel the pain, my sweet little daughter. You really need a f**king punishment for disobeying me." He laughed evilly.
"I am s..sorry fa..father." my voice came out hoarse. He ignored my pleas and started whipping me. I yowled in pain.
Blood started trickling down my back. I was weak. I couldn't bear anymore.
"Father, please no!" I cried. He whipped me harder. I layed there in the pool of blood. Every strike of his belt on my skin were like electric jolts.
After few minutes of his torture which felt like hours, he looked like he was satisfied. He finally stopped.
"That's it for now. Now, go to your f**king room. You are lucky this time, that I spared you. From next time, you won't be able to save yourself from me."
Saying this he kicked me hard in the ribs. An agonizing pain shot through my body. It was horrible. I yelped in pain before I blacked out.
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"No!" I snapped my eyes open and jolted up from my bed. Thank god! It was a dream. I had it again. A nightmare. I was sweating like hell. My heart was crushing against my chest heavily. I was hyperventilating.
I wiped the sweat accrued over my forehead before opening the window to escape from this suffocation. I have these nightmare very often. It has actually become a daily routine.
I sat down on my bed and looked at the photo frame on my bedside. Tears stung my eyes. It was of my parents. It was the last memory of my Mom in this house. I couldn't believe that the person smiling beside my mom whom I call father could change into a monster.
I never got parental love in my life. I had never seen my mother. She had died giving me birth. My dad blamed me for that, for killing his love.
From that day, he had changed. He treats me, his daughter, like a piece of shit. When I turned five, he started abusing me, mentally.
One day, he came home drunk. The disgusting smell of alcohol coming from his mouth literally made me feel dizzy. That day, he started abusing me physically. That was the first time he ever hit me. In the space of a short few weeks this was my life and I was dead inside.
I could never forget the whipping which he gave me with his belt that day. The more I begged him to stop, the more he had hit me hard. Since that day, he started beating me.
It really was that fast, the violence came like flicking a switch and I was instantly shattered by the horrific abuse. He would beat me until huge red lumps would form on my body. Or he would take long, skinny whips that sliced my skin with one, quick flick of the wrist. Blood would slide down my back as I tried not to whimper in pain. If one sound escaped from me, then another whole round of whippings and beatings would come.
He always accuses me for killing my mother.
"Nandini! Bring your f**king ass over here right now!" His awful voice brought me out of my reverie and I looked at my clock.
6:30 AM
Shit! I am late today. Father is going to kill me. Even the stupid alarm doesn't work, when I need it the most. Damn clock!
I quickly got out of my bed sprinted towards his room. While going downstairs, an excruciating pain shot me on my stomach. I clutched my stomach to minify the pain. I was hardly able to walk.
I recalled the previous night. He had kicked me hard in my stomach, when I answered back to him. He had punished me for my mistake. I seriously needed a medical attention. But who cares? I shook my head, ignoring my thoughts and entered his room, not wanting to be late anymore.
As soon as I entered his room, a stale smell entered my nose and I scrunched immediately. A disgusting look formed across my face after what I saw. His room was filled with bottles and used cigarettes.
I turned to him. He was drunk. He looked at me with his blood shot red eyes, filled with anger. I gulped in fear. What was he going to do now?
"You good for nothing, bitch!" He yelled and threw a bottle on my side striking the wall and I squinched at it. "The next target would be you. You are late! Do you want me to punish you again?"
I looked down with fear. My eyes were fixed upon the floor. "N..no. Fa...father."
"Then don't make me do. Go and get me breakfast and clean this room. I am fed up of you. If you don't find a f**king job in the next two days, I am going to kick you out of this house! I don't have the money to feed your f**king ass."
I nodded and left for the kitchen before he aims another bottle towards me. I sighed in relief as he didn't hurt me this time.
Yes, I am searching for a job since the last month. Whatever money I earn doing odd jobs, my bloody father finishes it off in his gambling, wine bottles and cigarettes.
I had to find a job, otherwise he was going to kill me.
I put the yesterday's left over bread in the toaster. It was the last piece that means I had to starve today. Oh.my.god! Not again.
I entered his room with toast and juice and placed the tray on the bed. I looked around the room but he was nowhere to be found. Thank god!
After cleaning out the mess in his room, I was tired as hell.
Better leave now, or get ready to face his wrath.
I told myself and ran towards my room. Stripping my clothes off I entered the shower. Soaking in warm water I allowed my muscles to relax. My muscles were sore and my arms were scraped due to the beating last night. It riled every time the water touched the wound.
After washing myself clean, I wrapped a towel around my body and changed into a simple full sleeves top and an age old jeans (yeah, that's what I call it). I haven't gotten any clothing for a while trying to save up as much money as I could for the food. I did my makeup to conceal my bruises. No one should know about these cuts or I would end up being dead. I tied my hair in a bun and picked up my sling bag.
I ran out my house as quickly as possible before he gets me.
At last! At last I came out of that horrible house. Now, as usual I had to roam around the city in search of a job. Huh! I cursed my luck.
I was walking down the pavement, that's when I collided with a hard wall.
"Ow!" I rubbed my nose to ease the pain which had been caused by the collision with that f**king 'wall'.
"What the hell?!" A deep voice came out of nowhere. Probably the wall?
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