Daughter of the most loved and respected Priest, you were invited for a night out by your friends. You were then challenged to do a game called, 'Matchmaking Devil'
To play, you simply bring yourself in a dark room.
Light up the candles.
Sit in fro...
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I hissed in pain as I poured alcohol onto the bite mark and let out an extended wince of pain. Tears formed in my eyes as I was disinfecting the wound.
This is definitely not going to fade anytime soon.
"It's going to hurt moving this side of my arm for a while, but I'll manage." I took a deep breath, "Just one more wipe and then.. we can bandage it all up."
My phone begins to ring.
Darn it!
"Oh man, oof!" I tripped over my foot and caught myself before rushing into my bedroom to answer the phone, "H-Hello!? Ah! U-um, sorry. Momo?"
"Y/n! Thank goodness, you're alright!"
"Y-Yes, I'm okay.. but what's with the sudden phone call?" I was a bit puzzled, "You nearly had me in quite of a shock for a moment."
"You.. You don't know?"
"No..? Know.. Know what?" I walked out of my room to check on my father in his bedroom, "Momo, are you feeling alright? Did.. did something happened?"
"It's been all over the news. It's about your mother.."
"My mother? What does she have to do with the news?" I said while opening father's door, "Is it another interview by the press?"
"No. It isn't.. I'm so sorry, Y/n. I-I don't really know how to explain this to you, but.."
I stayed on the phone as I walked inside to see my father still in bed and has not moved since.. that unfortunate night. I hear his phone vibrate and he had over 20 missed calls by the same woman he invited over here for dinner.
Carol..
She's the type to not give up easily when there's a man with money. I know that all too and well, but father still gives in to their seduction and praises whenever he goes out to meet with other wealthy people.
I see that my father was in a deep sleep, now I'm assuming that he could be in a coma by the amount of time he was knocked unconscious. The bump on his forehead was pretty big and swollen, so I changed wet towels to cool his head every few hours. His breathing was weak but his pulse was normal. I would've called for an ambulance, but somehow I get the feeling that I shouldn't.
Reason? It's quite obvious. I had been debating whether or not to contact for the emergency clinic, but my answer was always the same.
Is it really a terrible thing to wish that he wouldn't wake up? Of course it would be awful for these women that he had been seeing and all that, but.. that would mean he would no longer have me in a cage. I might even get to keep the house to myself without worrying about hearing his footsteps come behind me, or his hands raised at me, or even without him caring of who I speak to and bring home with me.
