Double Star.

22: Virginity Lost.

POV Betty:

I never knew why I couldn't get used to the wicked grip of fear and intimidation I feel every time I get near this odious cursed house.

I thought I could let my mind have some rest this night.

-"You told me he...won't be here". I tried to stay calm, catching my breath little by little. If I do something wrong, he'll be mad and, there's nothing like him when he's mad.

-"I was wrong". She simply shrugged.

-"What did you tell him?". I closed my eyes, feeling my hands shaking in their sweats.

-"Nothing. You were at work, right?". She smiled, hiding her true intentions behind her slanting eyes.

-"Come on Betty! don't stay at the door. This home is yours too". She pulled me violently towards her and slammed the door.

-"Honey, she's here!". She screamed, dragging me to their room. He was there, sitting on the corner of the bed and holding a beer in his hand. His eyes seemed glossy and drifted around the room as his gaze floated about their surroundings. His mouth hung open slightly and, the stench of alcohol was so awful it reminds me of how much this man was in my enormous agony and how much I was powerless, frightened, abandoned.

He turned his gaze suddenly towards us, or to be more close, towards me.

-"Betty, say something! He's angry!". She whispered to me, her hand on my shoulder. My heart suddenly tightened; I was petrified.

-"Good evening, father. sorry for being late". I pretended to say softly.

He started moving with not much determination, stumbling around with irregular footsteps until the smell of alcohol reached me harder.

-"Oh Betty, my sweet gorgeous Betty! Where were you? Do you know how much you made your poor father worried, Oh Betty!". He ran his filthy hand on my hair then caressed my face slowly before pressing hard on my lips and my chin.

-"You wanted to leave me?"; he asked with teary red eyes as I was breathing in and breathing out heavily from my nostrils.

-"Answer me!"; he screamed. I tried to say no with my mouth but, he was still blocking it with his pressing thumb so, so I shook my head painfully.

-"LIAR!". The sound of the bottle smashing against the wall mixed with my intake of breath. He started pacing and mumbling nervously then; turned to the woman beside me, who had blood flowing over her forehead caused by shattered glass.

-"GET OUT!"; her body stiffened for an instant and, fear invaded her eyes more.

-"I SAID GET OUT!"; he was ready to hit her but, she rushed to the door.

-"Alright honey! I'm leaving! I'm leaving!". She gave me one last reassuring smile and then slammed the door behind her, abandoning me again.

-"Why do you hate me, Betty? Why? I gave you all my love, all my attention and, still, you want to go away from me?". He knelt and started shedding tears like a deranged drunkard then, took me in his arms, making me want to vomit more and more.

-"Oh Betty! You don't know how much I love you! What would I do if you leave me? Promise me you won't do that again!". He smiled broadly and, I found myself doomed to nod in silence, always in silence.

-"Do you love me?". He asked with bright concerned eyes.

-"I do"; I closed my eyes, tortured by this unforgivable lie; I have no love for this man, absolutely none. I only feel deep hatred and disgust towards him. I am so angry! So angry! I have huge wrath taking over all the emotions I've ever felt in my abominable life, my father's image will forever be broken and, it's horrible to admit. I want him to go to jail, let him rot there for eternity as he did with my head and my body, like he made me feel, all alone.