chapter 6

                                    

                                          
"CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE SURVIVED THE WAR.
NOW LIVE WITH THE TRAUMA
-UNKNOWN-
                          
Storm's pov
                          
Take a deep breath.
                          
You got this stormy.
                          
You got all of this.
                          
Now let's get this shit over.
                          
Taking a deep breath I walked into father's mansion. 
                          
The place I dispice the most. 
                          
This place was nothing but a pure torture chamber for me. My legs was wobbly as I walked to familiar yet unfamiliar hall. 
                          
Everything has changed here. The paintings, wall paints, chandelier, sofa set.
                          
But the memories were still fresh for me. 
                          
All shouting of father about how useless of a shit I was. How I was a fucking failure. How he wished I wasn't even born. How much he hated me. How much he hates my eyes.
                          
All those shame words thrown towords my mother by father's wife Bora. She made me feel so shame as child bieng born. I couldn't even fight for my mother. If I said something back, Bora always get a way into father's head and next thing is getting beaten up. Badly. All my screams were unheard in this fucking mansion. Every fucking plead was unheard. Days without food and water while my body was coloured in purple and blue. 
                          
A sin. That's what they called me. A sin of a whore.
                          
The only thing kept me sane here was my little brother. although he wasn't even my own, I loved him dearly. Still do. Even if our bond was broken doesn't mean I don't care for him.
                          
I felt so suffocated as I took deep breath. The memories I have here isn't pleasant. Not at all. My chest tightened as the memories was hitting me.
                          
"Master lenzo have been waiting for you. Please have seat." The maid said as I sat down while rubbing my hands on my thigh as it was sweaty.
                          
It's ok.
                          
You are not that weak child. Not anymore.
                          
You are strong now. 
                          
If anyone gonna pull any shit they sure gonna regret the day they pop out of their mom's vagina. Oh I will make sure of that.
                          
Your name is storm. Live up to it bitch. 
                          
Remember why you are doing this. It's all for them.
                          
I sighed as I heard the footsteps. Not just once, but another person too. Looking up it wasn't just father but Bora too.
                          
Ofcourse this bitch have to be here huh. 
                          
I can only hope that she would shut her pathetic ass up cause I'm not in the mood to deal with her shit. 
                          
Both of them sat down infront of me. Father was wearing a silk rob while Bora was wearing one of her expensive night gown. Not much revealing though. 
                          
Silence. 
                          
Both were looking at me as they were studying me.
                          
Gulping the bitter feeling I leaned back and put one leg on other as some high class chick. 
                          
Bora scoffed.
                          
"Why did you call me?" Well someone have to intiate the talk.
                          
"Why didn't you come here when I called you a week ago?" Father's voice boomed across the hall as he questioned me back.