TALES OF NANA

ONE

"A drop of impurity in a well of purity is as bad as the word impurity"

~NANA~

His strong hand gripped my arms with no clemency shooting pain into my brain. I blubbered and struggled to break free but it was a futile attempt. The door opened up before me and with one push I bumbled inside crashing into the floor. I gait up and hustle to the door but it clanked on my face.

"Dad! Let me out this minute!" I kicked the poor door and banged on it violently.

With one defeated sigh, I realized it was pointless pleading my case before a man whose heart was hooked on selling me out at all expenses. I felt wretched and unworthy.

What did I ever do to deserve a father as cruel as him?

You see, he wasn't always like this. From the memories I've built of him, he was a kind and adorable father any child could ever ask for. He was the envy of my friends and acquaintances. My happiness was his primacy so much so he would rescind his business pilgrimage to take care of me when I fell sick. I'd always cloud my mind with the sense of him having my best interest at heart; I guess I was mistaken. Not all who smile with you are truly for you. I've learned that the hard way.

Hope leaped within me when I heard the keys chime behind the closed door and then clicked twice. I step away and await the icky entrance of my beloved father.

Minutes went by and no sign of anyone opening the door. It dawned on me that whoever it was only came to double-check if the door was appropriately locked.

Being incarcerated in my room was never part of the plan. What am I saying? There was no plan.

"Ah!" I screeched booting the chair and the table across the room they gave an annoying sound that did nothing but fuel my anger by multiple degrees. I regard the beautiful candle chute that is scattered on the floor. Poor thing, they had to suffer my wrath. I wasn't elated with just the chair and table. I felt the need to destroy everything I could see or touch. Something need to share in my frustrations. Soon the whole room was overthrown into horrendous disarray.

This madness all began after my father's friends visited. My wall crashed since the revelation that left me hollow.

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I could still hear the echoes of their laughter vividly circulating the whole house even with my bedroom door tightly shut to prevent it. I heard someone ask after me but the reply was what I couldn't hear and next came a knock on my door.

They have finally summoned Her Majesty to greet the visitor that I barely know which has been what I do most when I'm home. I walked out and made it to the stairs but hesitated to walk into the living room. My eyes darted around in search of my mom then I rolled my eyes knowing where she'd be. The kitchen.

My mother was busy supervising the chefs in the kitchen as they prepared for what my parent tagged 'exquisite dinner'. Only I didn't share in their excitement to this particular visitor, and that goes to every visitor that ever came except my grandparents of course.

"Good evening sir" I greeted a man that's probably the same age as my father. He beamed and exchanged a look with my father and they both laughed knowingly.

I furrow my brows in confusion. What's funny?

"Good evening my dear, good to see you" He answered tapping my father's shoulder, "She is more beautiful in person than in those pictures my friend" My father nodded in agreement.