Unforeseen Truth

Chapter 3

Happy New Year!

"Why are Chase and my other cousins living in the same house while I am not?"

He sat quietly to level our eyes for a moment. His face has always been full of genuine concern. He gently messed up my hair and squeezed my cheeks.

"Keep in mind that most of your cousins have already lost their parents; aren't you happy to live with your father?"

I sulked whilst I nonchalantly stared at him. "What does mommy look like?"

His smile completely vanished as his gaze was already devoid of emotion.

"You don't need her," he responded.

My mind was riddled with sorrow. I was just about to ask him a follow-up question about my cousins. I wanted to question him about why the twins and Crest were living with my other cousins. They do, however, have parents. I, too, sought to know the identity of my cousin's parents, whereas I originally planned to meet them to inquire about my mother's name or perhaps an old image of her.

However, a man tried to talk to my father, causing him to whisper at him. I studied their expressions, attempting to decipher what was on their minds. My father's jaw tightened as he remained motionless but also emotionless. The man who whispered to my father, on the other hand, was strangely avoiding my gaze, as it appeared his hands were slightly trembling, causing his face to turn pale.

There must have been a problem, or maybe something unexpected.

My father's strict demeanor was visible on his face as he looked at me.

“Be prepared we have to go somewhere.” He spoke and walked away.

I fixed my gaze on his back, as if trying to solve a puzzle. Momentarily, his back came into prominence in my vision, and it darkened. I started telling him that something was going on. However, I was shifted to the other side, as if I were in a dream.

I found myself constantly attempting to speak Spanish as fluently as possible while my father and a stranger glanced over sternly. Each time I began speaking a sentence in that incorrect way of speaking, my father slapped me, wearing his crimson ring, resulting in cuts to my cheeks and lip.

I wanted to come to a screeching halt. I've already forgotten about this in order to keep this thing away from seeing what's in front of me! Did I completely forget these heinous memories? I'm not sure what happened, but I shifted into another past, which was one of my sealed memories.

My father's men shoved me in front of a woman who was dressed in thin clothes that barely covered her skin. My body reacted as my father's men tightened the chains around me in the chair in front of the woman. But my face turned horrified when one of them removed her clothes, and I realized she wasn't in good health. She has bruises, wounds, and dried blood all over her body. But I stopped breathing when they showed me how they molested the woman in front of me. I screamed at them to stop. I wanted to turn a blind eye to them. But my father had just ordered one of his men to hold my head steady so that I could see how they molested the woman.

"N-No! Father! No way! Help her! Untie me!" I started screaming.

I had already been tormented by the woman's voice. She begged them to stop and help her, but all they did was laugh at her. My body quivered in fear and rage, but it was all futile.

I looked at the woman with fear in my eyes after they molested her, but it quickly changed to pity and regret as I saw her staring at nothing and her tears streaming down her face without a sob. I initially assumed everything had ended, but to my unimaginable horror, a strange iron held by my father as he handed it over to a man who had molested the woman had already given me a hint as to how this would end.