Chapter 81 - Scars From The Past (1/2)

|Innaya|

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”Cry, cry harder. No one is going to listen to you,” the creepy voice of that disgusting man sounded from the distance.

His sadistic laughter echoed in the room. ”Hahahaha.” I whimpered curling myself in the fetal position.

With a crash glass bottle of the alcohol shattered in pieces somewhere in the room.

I did not understand why the man who was supposed to protect me against everything had turned into a monster. The innocent mind of my eight-year-old self could not comprehend the enormous change in the man who was once loving and caring. I remembered him staying beside me for the whole night when I had fallen terribly ill. I was about four or five then, but I still remembered it.

”You deserve it. Because of you, I'm in this condition. You'll have to pay the price for it.” The footsteps neared me. I shuddered with fright.

”Mom,” I called out for my mother. She was nowhere to find. Where was she? I wanted her to save me. I needed her beside me. Why was not she coming?

My thoughts were broken when a belt cracked loudly against my back, and I cried out in pain.

That was the first time I saw my father being physically abusive towards me. I did not know his reasons, but that incident was the start of my nightmarish life.

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”Innaya.”

”Shhh... It's okay.”

Someone pulled my hands from my ears and those hands cradled my head. I blinked my teary eyes. Lifting my head, I saw Eshan's worried face. I was still stuck in that horrific memory but as if my body had a mind of its own it limply fell in Eshan's arms.

I clutched him tightly against myself. I did not realize how he was before me. When they stopped fighting, or what others were doing, all I knew at that moment was Eshan could save me.

”It's okay. Calm down. Breathe,” Eshan whispered in my ears, his hands patted my head and back. He gently rocked us, the action usually we do to calm a crying child. Somehow his actions helped me. I breathed deeply. I clutched his shirt tighter in my fist as I hid my head under his chin. I wanted that voice to be gone.

”I... Eshan...” My voice trailed as I sobbed in his arms. I had circled my hands around his waist. Why was this happening to me? I just wanted to lead a normal life. Why was it so hard to be normal?