IN MY HEAD

CHAPTER SIXTEEN- BEAST

TRIGGER WARNING🚏
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*CHAPTER SIXTEEN*
      _BEAST_

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   I reached my house at exactly five-thirty pm. Opening the door to the house I was welcomed by the blaring sound of the television, it's audio was raised to its peak. I found three men who were of the same age as my father watching the TV with my father. Bottles of Hennessy and white substances were all over the center table of the living room. It  was obvious they were high on alcohol and drugs. Since their full attention was on the television they failed to notice my entrance. I heaved a sigh of relief, made my way to the path leading to the stairs but a deep bass voice stopped me.

"Who are you?". One of the men thundered I felt my heart drop with effect from how loud his voice was. The man injected a strange form of fear I couldn't believe crawled it's way through my veins with just a simple, 'who are you?'.

"Who are you?". He repeated, now gaining the attention of the two other men and my father.

"Pablo chill, she's my daughter". My father answered him while sniffing the white substances I saw earlier on into his body system.

"Oh, I thought she was an intruder because of the way she quietly entered the house like a thief". Pablo said.

"Nah, she's just my daughter. That's how she is". My father replied sipping the alcohol in his glass cup.

"Oh, okay. Let her join us here". My eyes widened when I realized he was offering me drugs with confidence.

"No ooh, she shouldn't. She's not of age". My father disagreed with him.

"How old are you?" . He asked me, the tone of his voice reducing to a more subtle tone.

"Sixteen". I answered.

"And you are saying she's not up to age. Don't you know sixteen year old teens are smarter than a lot of adults". He told my father as he relaxed on the couch. My father shrugged still inhaling whatever stuff was on the table. After standing for a few seconds  I made my way to the room.

It was obvious my father didn't have any regard for his family. Even if he wanted to hang out with his friends, he mustn't do it in the house. I wondered what kind of father would want his child to see him taking hard drugs. Oh yeah, I know what kind of father would do that, my father is the kind of man that can do such things.

Entering my room, I tossed my school bag to the bed, loosened my tie and dropped it on the bed. I made my way to the bathroom. Today had been a lot better, no too much stress except from the heart breaking discussion I had with Lilian. It pained me that she didn't care about her health, neither did she want to live long. I wish I could help her but how can I help someone when I haven't helped myself?

I washed my hair. I made a mental note to braid my hair as soon as possible. According to Stephanie, a lady with a hair- do looks more beautiful. I wanted to be as pretty as both Stephanie and Diamond, so I had to start with that first step which is braiding my hair.

I stepped out of the bathroom, with a white towel wrapped around my chest. I rubbed my body cream over my hands, legs, face and back. I caught sight of my phone. I grabbed the phone, sat on my bed, my towel still wrapped around my chest I switched on my data and opened my instagram app, I saw a few messages, I replied and went straight to whatsapp. I saw a message from Jason saying, 'Lilian is bad influence'.

    _Bad influence..._

I thought and I let out a laugh. I just had a quick conversation with Lilian and he's thinking she's influencing me. If he's trying to judge her because she's taking drugs then he has no right at all. He was the least person in the world to call Lilian a bad influence. To be honest, I feel it's wrong to judge people for being who they are without knowing the underlying cause of what changed them. People go through challenges, problems and issues and most of them figure out different ways to resolve those issues although we end up solving those issues the wrong way by looking for a faster way to come out of it. That's why some of us teenagers end up taking in substances that make us feel better. Yeah, I know it's wrong, but everyone wants to be happy right?

Me;
Why would you say that?

I replied waiting for a reply from Jason. As I stood up from the bed, I turned around and was astonished. I wondered how he made his way to my room.

"Wh-a-a-t are you doing here?". I asked the man, whom my father called Pablo. My heart beat increased three times the rate of a normal human heart beat.

"Hmmmm, this is the perfect time for revenge".

What did he mean by revenge? I didn't do anything wrong. Did I? I just hope my father hadn't done anything stupid and this man had decided to kill me cold bloodedly.

"Do you want to kill me?" I asked.

"Killing you won't be sweet, would it?"  

I took slow steps towards the door. I needed to get to my father as soon as possible. I felt my head collide with a huge chest. I turned around to find out it was my father and the rate at which my heart was beating dropped to the normal heart beat of a human.

"Daddy, this man here is up to something fishy". I said, all traces of fear gone which was replaced with boldness.

"I'm sorry Riele, but I have to do this". My father said feigning sadness and before I could realize what was happening, I was jacked up from behind, my towel dropped to the tiles as I was being tossed to the bed just the way I toss my school bag each time I return home from school. Now I understood the kind of pain my school bag has always received each time it was tossed like that. Pain, fear, anger and weakness surged through my body, veins, blood and my mind. I saw my father quickly removing his boxers, I kicked his penis with all my might as adrenaline rushed through my veins which weakened him and made him fall to the ground. I saw Pablo making his way towards me, anger was being displayed on his face as he charged towards me. I was going to do the same thing I did to my father to him but before I could blink my eyes, my two hands were pinned to my bed and a hand placed on my mouth, I turned my head to see who did that, It was the same men I saw downstairs. My body went numb, I felt everything was planned. Tears trickled down my face and then it dawned one that I couldn't help myself, no matter how hard I tried. It was four against one.

My legs were being opened wide. I tried closing it but I was smacked so hard on my face that I involuntarily opened my legs. Pablo thrusted himself into me. I wanted to scream so loud but my mouth was still covered with the huge hand. I felt pain all through my body, I was weak but I still kept on fighting. There was no use fighting as I became weaker. I couldn't breathe normally anymore my breath was cut to short quick ones, like I'd just run a mile. I  bit the unknown hand who was covering my face. I needed to scream, I needed to breath. I was in pain but another slap hit my face and my mouth was covered again. Pablo pulled out of me with a triumphant smile on his face.

"Next!". He said. I was trying to figure what he meant by next but then I saw my father making a move towards me. He did the exact thing Pablo did to me. How can a father do such a wicked thing to his daughter. I cried not because of the pain anymore, I cried just because I realized I had never had a father. The man doing this to me right now wasn't my father. He was just a beast I co-habited with.

The two other men continued from where my father and Pablo had stopped all of them taking time to fiddle with my breasts and complaining of my breasts being so small. I was sexually assaulted till I passed out.

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AN; I cried while writing this chapter. I apologise for the very sad chapter.

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