Trust

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The one who took my phone was emma. She said and I quote," Just when the clock strikes midnight, my stomach starts craving chocolates". This is the reason she went in the kitchen. Apparently the spoon fell from her hand and she came up to check whether I was disturbed or not.

She said Goodnight and we went back to sleep in our own room.

"Please don't hurt me father"
"Father huh, call me master. You committed a big crime boy. I clearly told you to do one thing. Not to drink the fresh water but you went out of the way to drink when I was out with my friends."
"There was no water in the house and I was thirsty master"
"Thirsty huh you were thirsty, let me remove your blood and make you drink that to quench your thirst".
"I am so sorry master".
"You will get 50 whips and every drop of blood that falls on the ground will be licked by you".
"No No No I am sorry master. I'll do anything you will say".
"Turn around and remove your shirt. 1,2,3...
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Look at you lying on the ground with so much blood. I bet it will quench your thirst for around 1 month more. In 10 secs I want you to start licking it.."

Several images of me lying on the ground with my back practically torn open was flooding through my mind.
I couldn't breathe properly. I tried opening my eyes but everytime I opened, I would see my father with a whip ready to beat me. All the pain I felt that time, I was feeling it right now. I know that this is a dream but my body is not in my control anymore. It feels like my father is controlling my dreams too.

I don't know how much time passed but I was growing tired of constantly struggling to breath. Just when I was about to give up, I felt two hands grab my face and whisper that I am okay. I am safe. No one is here to hurt me. It seemed to work because I was able to open my eyes.

I looked up and saw emma hugging me tightly and my face rested on her chest. I let my emotions take control of me and cried on her chest. The pain seemed to lessen down bit by bit.

When I was calm enough,I looked into her eyes and saw empathy not pity.

I trust her.

She saw me looking at her. She got off and asked if I was okay. I told her I am okay now and that something triggered me today. It was 4 in the morning so I asked her to go in her room and sleep. She understood that I want to be alone so she left.

I tried avoiding her as much as possible today. I did not want her to see me as a broken man. Yes I am alone and weak but I don't want anyone to see that.

After reaching home, I went straight away to the room ignoring all her greetings. I was not ready to talk. I was sitting on my bed when I heard her calling me from outside. I did not respond thinking that she'll go away.
I was wrong. She threatened me that if I don't open the door she'll break the door. I thought she was joking until I heard her calling someone to break the door.

I quickly opened the door, took the phone from her hand and said," No one's calling anyone to break the door, I am at your service ma'am.".

She went to sit on the bed and asked me to do the same. The air turned serious and our moods were serious too. She started the conversation first.

"Are you okay?" I expected it.
"I am okay"
"Clearly not. You're not able to hold eye contact with me".
"That's not true"
"Okay. Do you want to talk about yesterday's nightmare"
"No I don't want to"
"Expected. Can I ask you some questions"?
"Yes"
"Whom were you calling master?"
"My father"
"Where is he now?"
"Don't know"
"Me too."
"What?"
"I know your father was abusing you the moment I heard you call him master. My father was abusive too. It was verbal though".
"Don't make up stories just to know mine".
"Not making it up. He was abusive. Is it hard for you to understand verbal abuse is an abuse".

Clear pain was written all over her eyes. The pain I carried half of my lives.

"I trust you. My father abused me physically."
"Did you ever report him?"
"No. I was too poor for that."
"Do you maybe wanna talk about it more?"
"No. Not right now. I'll tell you when I am comfortable enough."
"Still uncomfortable, I see"
"No not like that"
"But I see like that"
"Sorry"
"I was just joking!"
"Tell me about your work"

And just like that I was bound to a special bond that would never not amaze me. I never knew that I agreed to walk on a path that will question my past.

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