Chapter 18: Rebirth

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Chapter 18: Rebirth

She hated her life. Ever since she was born, there seem nothing to be worth living her life for. Each day was the same for her; coming back home, getting abused by her father, crying herself to sleep, waking up going to work to only come back home to receive the same treatment, if she didn't get paid.

She never knew her mother. Her mother was a beautiful woman whom everyone had their eyes over and many men across the lands were jealous that her father had snatched her away. Due to this reason, her father, did whatever he could do to protect his wife from anything, like any good husband would do, at least tried to.

Mariya felt disgusted at thought that her father would do anything to protect the mother that she never knew. My father being a noble person protecting the things he loved? I want to take that statement back. If that was true, then why the hell would a father, abuse and mistreat something that resembles his wife?! She had no fond memories of anything. The only thing that she could remember were the endless ramblings of her drunken father, which usually ended up with me being getting beaten up or yelled at.

It was unknown as to why he would treat his daughter so poorly. She didn't know why she was getting treated harshly. There was one day, however, where she finally found out the truth of why her drunken father hated her so much. It is what they say; drunk people usually tell the truth.

Throwing empty bottles across the room, her father chugged down another bottle of alcohol. Being the constant drunk, Mariya never knew how much he actually drank, but regardless of the amount, she was the physical punching bag. There were times where the stench of alcohol was so bad that she nearly gagged or was it perhaps the appearance of her animal like father?

"Get out of here... you useless girl!" he chugged his alcohol once again and threw the bottle at her, which she happened to duck in time, "Why... why the HELL did Shizuka have to bore such a useless piece of shit?!" Shizuka was her mother's maiden name, which didn't matter to her because she will never see her in this lifetime. "Why did you have to kill your mother?!" Mariya couldn't be blamed for her mother's death. In fact, it was quite well known and very unfortunate that she died giving birth to her. Her father, couldn't bare the pain of losing his wife that he had to delude himself with alcohol. This always caused a chain effect where the beatings got worse when reality hit him the face.

The drunk sluggishly walked towards her and held her face with his hand. "But... the only good thing you have going for you... is that you're pretty..." he spoke with his rancid breath. "Go... back to the brothel, and make me more money...!" he then slapped me across the cheek.

The force of the slap was quite strong, and he managed to make her go down on all fours. "Go... before I really get angry!" he then kicked her in the stomach. No, you asshole. Why don't you get your fatass up from drinking and make your own God damned money?! She thought sourly while she remained on all fours. This piece of shit... is really gonna get it... I don't know when that day will be... but I swear, I'll kill you, you stupid old bastard...

There was one time where Mariya tried out her luck to fight her drunken father. However, being armed with a pretty face and physically weaker, she stood no chance. On the day where she did resist him, the father beat her so badly that she missed work for a week. The irony of it all was that the father still blamed his daughter for not being able to support his alcohol addiction.

After the constant abuse at home, it was no better than it was during "work". Her daily routine was slowly limping to her workplace after her daily beatings to putting on makeup, covering up her bruises and scars. Once that was done, she was placed in a cage with her coworkers where the eyes of unwanted men were scanning them with their lustful eyes.

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