For Now.... Forever

ch-11

How much she gone through?

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Esther point of view-

I entered in room guided by one maid.

His mansion is breath taking but... When the maid said I cannot have  even a one luxurious  room in this home.its his order.

She leaded me to basement. It is all dusty with spider web sticking everywhere.

I can't breath properly. I've allergic from dust.

Here the dust is on it's peak.

We go through so many rooms there.

All were dusty and seems like there were not use in years.

Maid stopped in one of the room and indicated from hand for me to go inside.

I twitched the the door knob and it make a very unpleasant sound.

I cautiously put my one step inside it.

And scanned the whole room.

It is already night but faint light was peeking inside from the small wooden window.

From everywhere just dust can be seen, there is one single size bed made of wood and will be very uncomfortable for me to sleep in future.

I looked at my right side and there was kept a cupboard also made of wood covered with webs.

I searched for light switch.

I freely roan my hand on dirty wall. I can't see in dark clearly the details.

Finally I found one switch and tuned it on.

One bulb lightened. It is hunging near the window from wire.

Room is small but enough for one person.

I still remember when I was in college, I came to big city New York to study from my hometown.

I was not rich like other student in who study with me in college.

I was a nerd with big  glasses which all covered my eyes till nose.

My hair we're always tied in messy ponytail and my attire was the most old-fashioned.

I used  wear same clothes again and again. I wore pale oversized pale blue sweater and A long pale red skirt which reach till my knees and rugged converse.

All students like to bully me. They hate everything about me. My looks to my to personality, everything.

Why it bothered to them? I sometimes wonder. But I was too shy and weak to talk back and fight for myself.

I just blame my poorness. I pull my messy hair to punish myself.

Oh. Oh. Oh. I got lost in my past. Sorry. My past is too long before Lucas also. So it will take hours to how I came in mafia and all.

Why I have mentioned my college life? Here's the reason.

I was not rich, so I rented the room which exactly look like this but I get used to it.

Just so much dust was not over there.

How I become allergic of dust? There's also one difficult thing I've gone through.

I was only 4 years old.
My dad hated me to last core.
He think I'm just a bad luck to him.

My mom totally opposite from my dad. She loves me dearly and always says that I'm the best thing she ever had.

In the age of four, no one knows the maturity but I did since my so called father start abusing me.

One day it was just horrible.

Without an reason , he storms in my very small room. I was studing but he came in rage, I totally focused on him.

He was my night mare. His eyes we're bloodshot red, he was stinking from odor of alcohol.

Tears flows from eye. I was frightened. My little four year body was trembling.

My little hands were numb. Pencil got dropped from my hand.

And them my biggest fear happen.

He took the hold of my hand tightly . My baby skin got rashes.

He took me to one room and closed the door.

It was dusty, so much dusty.

I smitten my legs to my chest in fear of that dark room.

I sobbed quitely cause I know if I cry loudly he will beat me.

I coughed so hard first time but i thought it just one cough. No it was not, it was a beginning of new fatal allergy.

I coughed Countless time. My little lungs were longing for some oxygen.

I gasped loudly so many times but no one to open the door to this rescue this little helpless soul.

My mom probably was out for work. I know she will save me.

With the hope, I tried my best to push myself together to not die.

Suddenly I hear someone came running towards my direction and open the door  quickly.
There was standing my brother. He was 10 years older than me.
He was in school attire.

He loves me so much and it was the last thing he wants in the state I was in.

He came to me slowly and sat on ground. He pick me up and took me out from room.

I never tell him dad abuses me. I just gave him my innocent toothy smile unaware behind that cute smile.

I became okay somehow on that day.

And you know what? After becoming the mafia leader, I started my business by killing my monster dad by my own hand.

Not easily, I order my men to beat him every single until he was on its dying state.

He pleaded and begged but it was just giving me satisfaction.

I shot him with my favorite gun. He died. Such a view it was to watch him dead.

But this Lucas guy why he breaking me again? After I got broke three times?

First time by my fucking dad , second by my college classmates and third by him.

My fate is cruel.