𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦 [+18]

CHAPTER I

MAGGIE DANVERS

Let's just say, life has not been my friend. Ever since I was born that I feel like I was not supposed to be alive. And you can say that being alive is a miracle or another lie that you tell yourself in the mirror every morning so you can feel special for once in your life but that's total bullshit, or else there wouldn't be 8 billion people in this godforsaken place we call Earth.

My one and only paternal figure that I have is my father and he is far from being father of the year. My mother's death doomed him to an eternity of heartbreak and alcohol. Only I survived to take the blame of that.

If I was smart, I would've fled from him long ago, however this is not the situation. Today I'm doing just the opposite of that - I'm going to pick him up from a bar he decided to drown his sorrows at. A stripper club, to be exact.

As I approach the club at a quick pace and simultaneously blowing up his phone with calls and texts, I saw my father getting dragged out of the club with a bottle of whiskey on one of his hands by a guy who seemed to be the bodyguard of the club, judging by the size of his arms.

- Are you fucking with me?! - my father yells. - I already told you it was an accident!

- I saw everything for god's sake, Victor. How about you pay the debt you own here or make yourself a favour and never show your face here again, deal? - the bodyguard responded unbothered.

I was already panicking when I got the call from the club earlier that night, but seeing this whole scene made me fear for my life. At that point I ran toward my father.

- Dad! What are you doing? - I called for him. - Let's go home, dad!

My dad looked at me with disgust on his face ignoring my request.

- What about her? She is pretty enough to be one of your whores, isn't she? I bet she must worth enough to cover the debt. - my father, while he grabbed my arm aggressively. I widened my eyes in surprise to the offer my father just did.

-We don't do that here, Victor, just listen to your daughter and go home. - thankfully the bodyguard responded looking at me for a brief second.

I was embarrassed and scared for I know what everybody outside that club was thinking and because I knew what was coming for the rest of the night and it won't be pleasant.

- Not even for a few changes you are useful, you should be ashamed of yourself, you ugly whore. If your mother saw you, she would die from disapointment. - my father said this loud and clear, everyone around us were looking at the fuss my father was making, even the bodyguard had pity in his eyes. I just lowered my head and prayed no one could see my face.

- Dad, stop... - I whispered on the verge of tears. I can't take this anymore. I've had enough of him. Every single day, he get's drunk and decides that everything bad that happens to him is my fault. If he's in a good mood, he'll stop with just the insults.

- What did you just said to me? - my father asked in a threatening tone.

- Please stop, dad. - I repeat louder. As expected, my father was not in a good mood for seconds later I had the print of his hand carved into my left cheek. I knew that eventually this would happen, I had no idea whatsoever that he would do it in public.

- Can we go home now? - I ask hopeful that he would notice everyone looking at us in silence.

- What? Are you embarrassed? Good, now you know how I feel everyday when I look at you and remember that you useless child is what your mother gave her life for.

You know those things you hear so often in your life that eventually, after hearing it so many times it stops affecting you? I've heard this sentence so many times before it shouldn't affect me, however, that still hits me like a truck to the chest. My so beloved mother died in labour and my father's favourite words became "this is all your fault". Oh well, what a life right?