"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.
"I had classes" ofcourse. I didn't wanted to see your ugly fucking face.
"Just say you were whoring around" Bora said.
"Yeah. I was getting some dick. Happy?"
She shot me a disgusting glare. "You see this lenzo? This disgusting little shit. Talk to me back like that once again-"
"Tsk. I'm not here for that. Now you" I nodded towords father "tell me what is this all shit about, so I can get the fuck out"
"Oh. Can you see the resemblance lenzo. Just like that fucking slut whore -" Bora started.
"Bora. I suggest you to keep your shit to your fucking self. If I hear one more time about you talking about my mother then it won't end fucking well" I said calmly although inside my head was anything but calm.
My hands were itching to drive a fucking car over her.
"Also I'm here because this man here wanted to talk. So you better start fucking talk now." I looked at father in his eye as he put one of his hand on Bora's thigh to keep her shut.
He smiled at me.
"You wanna have a drink daughter? It's been so so long you been here"
I sighed "JUST FUCKING TALK. WILL. YOU" I raised my voice slightly.
he shakes his head "you gonna get married Tomorrow"
My hear skipped a beat at that as the reality hits me. But I didn't show them any reaction.
This wasn't something I expected. I mean I saw it coming but wasn't it too soon?
Nodding head "anything else?"
"You are gonna live with them" I rolled my eyes at him.
"I'll message you the time and place, be there. On time. Like a good girl." Again with that ordering. This bitch.
I laughed at him "Ovviamente sono sempre stata una brava ragazza."
(ofcourse I always been a good girl)
His jaw clenched as he looked at me. I know he hates it when I speak in one of my native language since it reminds him of mamma. His failure. At least for him.
"What padre?"
(Father)
I talked in my accent just to piss him off and it sure did.
"Anyways was that all you wanna say?" I asked still with my heavy accent evident.
"You. Are. Disgusting." He snarled at me. Nothing new huh.
"What did you except from a daughter of whore sweety. Ofcourse she will be a fucking dirt-"
"No one asked to open your fucking mouth." I gave a hard glare to her and moved my gaze to father and snorted at him as he was sure angry.
"Does me reminds you of mamma? Of how you failed to keep her to yourself and how you failed to satisfy her. Hmm?"
"Tsk. che peccato"
(Such a shame)
He was second away from blasting up I knew that.
"Your mother couldn't keep her legs closed just like you"
He didn't, did he?
That caused my eyes to twitch as I was holding my self from doing something I don't want to. Not yet at least.
I took deep breath as I felt my hands sweaty. No. The memories were wild in my head as I tried get a grip by breathing.
"You better shut the fuck up" I growled at him.
Bora was smirking. Fucking bitch.
I hated bieng tied down and bieng ordered and been controlled. So so fucking much. But the fuckers infront of me sure know the right threads to pull on me.
"Don't act like you didn't get the fucking slut beside you pregnant. Tsk such a man whore you are huh. At least if you could keep your fucking dick to yourself then mamma wouldn't have dumped your pathetic ass. But you know what? I'm glad, At least she got a man unlike your-"
A loud commotion was heard as father throwed the small table infront of us to the side aggressively while Bora screamed in high pitch. I remained unfazed. Really bitch?
Him lashing out was nothing new to me.
Maids were running to hall as they heard the commotion and one or two men too. motherfuckers. Where the fuck were they when I screamed my lungs out to them. When I begged them to help me, save me ................ to give me a little bit of water. All they did were scoff or ignore me. And now ........... makes me wanna fucking burn this whole mansion down.
"YOU WON'T TALK LIKE THAT YOU HEAR ME. YOU BETTER SHOW SOME RESPECT. NOT IN MY FUCKING HOUSE. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF"
I got up and fold my hands. Anger was over powering him as he screamed at me while breathing heavily.
I walked infront of him and stand heads up matching his eyes not backing down showing him I'm not scared of him. Not anymore.
"What you gonna do. Beat me? Stab me? Whip me with a fucking belt till I bleed? Burn my skin with a fucking weed? I would love to see you try." I said in low voice as looked into his eyes staring at his soul daring him, as I took step towards him he took one back. Good.
If he think I'm still that defenseless little girl whose gonna take every shit then there's a fucking early Christmas present for him.
Without another word I walked out of mansion and blew out a breath I have been holding as my hands shivered.
My legs were shaky as I felt so so suffocated as the oxygen was running out. Patting my chest I reassured myself that's it's ok.
"You are out of it. None gonna take you or pick up on you"
I breathed heavily.
Flash back~
I was sitting on my bed as I looked at the wall nervously as what's gonna happen next.
No. No.
Nothing bad won't happen.
Father won't do anything. right?
I mean I just said I don't want to be in a hall full of people. What's the harm in it?.
I don't like bieng there. The people there are so bad. Giving bad eye to me. I hugged my small body as suddenly door to the room open violently.
Father came inside followed by aunt Bora who was smirking.
"I heard you have been difficult"
I shook my head looking down at bed as I was terrified to even look him in his face.
"She said she won't go to the party." Aunt Bora said.
"Is that true?" He asked after seconds of silence.
Was he gonna beat me? I was so afraid to face him.
I heard few foot steps and then suddenly my face was yanked to side and there was father's terrifying face, right in front of me.
The grip on my jaw was so tight that it was hurting me and sure gonna leave a mark.
My small body was shaking so bad infront of him.
He blew smoke in my face which caused me to cough in fit air.
"WHEN I TALK, YOU'LL LOOK AT ME"
I lowered my eyes as he screamed at me which caused me to cry out.
"UNDERSTAND?" I started to cry as I nodded my head repeatedly.
Taking another breath from whatever it is and blowing smoke out he spoke "why are you refusing to come to the party?"
I could hear my own heartbeat as my breath was shallow. I was terrified. Terrified that he was gonna kill me.
Not wanting to anger him more I answered him in my small voice while shaking "I ....... d-dont w-w-want too. B-bad people" if I'm gonna lie, he will know and then he will beat me. If I'm gonna stay silent he's definitely gonna beat me. So I told the truth. Which is gonna end real bad. The thought alone was making me cry harder while I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out loud to not anger him.
He laughed at me. "You little shit" mumbling he dragged my body to the ground as I screamed from impact. Screamed for help. To leave me. But all I could see was an smirking aunty Bora and an angry father who teared my top while laying me on front.
His hands were on back of my neck gripping so I couldn't escape as I trashed around. His grip was so hard.
"I SAID STOP MOVING"
"please....... I-I will g-go. Please don't"
But all my struggles came to a pause when I felt a burning sensation on my back.
My skin felt as it was on on fire ........... I don't even know but I screamed on top of my lungs which hurted my vocal chords. Tears wouldn't stop.
It was burning and hurting. But no one acknowledged my scream let alone help me from this nightmare.
I pleaded them to stop but all father said was how much of a useless shit I was. How he wanted to burn my both eyes instead.
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An tear escaped from my left eye as I gripped the seat of my bike. But I didn't cried or anything. Just a tear. Fucking bitch.
Calm breaths.
It's all in the past.
Remember who you are.
You are not same kid anymore.
Deep breaths.
After getting myself together I hop on bike and flew out of there. The place was like the root of my all nightmares.
I could still feel the burning sensation on my back. I accelerated my bike and sped through vehicles wanting to leave all those memories at behind.
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So,
What do you think? A lil sneak peak on storm's past.
Also this book reached 100 reads and I had a mini break down. Like I know it isn't much and it's not a big deal. But it means everything to me. To every one who reading this book. It means alot to me. I really appreciate it.
One more thing, they about to get married and I'm excited.
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