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The sounds of cutlery could be heard through the dining area, as the family ate in silence. The elegance of their eating shows how much the high class they have, matters to them. Still the poor soul from one of them, who never wanted to be a part of that society, looked here and there. To face from face, from her father to her step mother, and stopped lastly on her little step sister.
As soon as she averted her gaze from her sister, and met with her mother, she looked down startling when she saw the burning sensation in them. She never dared to ever. Even if she do, she will make her look down anyhow, by saying...or by doing. Her mother would not even hesitate to torture her in her childhood, if she stubbornly deny something she did not wanted to.
She remembers how her mother left her in the basement when she refused to wear heels, because she could not bear the pain in her legs, in her father's absence. But her father would never believe her, and he never did. When she used to tell him about all the things her mother was doing to her, he would refuse to believe, by shouting at her for not respecting her mother like how she should. He didn't not even ever try checking the purplish bruises on her small body.
After her mother's death, she never received the treatment that every child deserves. Getting ignored and neglected by her father, and getting beaten by her step mother was her lifestyle to be specific. She cried, it's not like a ten year girl will go against her parents when she doesn't even know how to sleep by herself, but she did. She did everything for herself when she needed someone to do it for herself.
It's been fifteen years, still nothing has changed. Her father is still ignorant and arrogant. Though, the physical torture from her mother had decreased, still haven't died down.
She wonders why her parents love her little sister so much yet do not even like her a bit. Leave her step mother, why her own blood, why her father? But for sure, she never gets the answer and she thinks she never will. She will always watch him loving and adoring his other child, when she craves it like a drop of water in the desert.
She remembers how they used to give her anything she wished for, anything she craved for on her birthday, but would not even remember her birthday. But even if they did, they would ignore it. They would ignore her whole existence like she's just the air, invisible.
" Y/N..." Her ears perked up at the hoarse voice of her father calling her ne, making her posture straighten by herself. " I told you I want to talk something to you " he asked, earning a subtle nod from her, indicating to him to proceed further. " I have fixed your marriage...." As she stopped, Knowing widely what she just heard. It would not be a misconception to her ear, right? Never! She would never dare to be not attentive to her father's words. She remembers the slap she got when she didn't listen carefully from her mother, behind her father. Yes, she would never beat her in the presence of her father.
" And you're getting married...." And this made her shiver in fear, thinking how firm his voice was. And she knew he was so serious about his statement. Her inside churn, knowing she could not do anything now, she can't deny her father's words ever, it's order for her and that's what her father has said to her. To never deny his orders. She looked at her mother, who gave a smirk in return, making sure to give more pressure on her burdened heart and back.
" Appa..." She breathed out finally, for the first time in the evening. " I don't want to get married right now..." Her voice is on the verge of breaking. Still her father looked unfazed, even after hearing the wavering voice of his daughter, who seemed to be on the verge of tears. Her body shook when she looked at her mother's face, it was stern, angry and had annoyance in it.
" Did I asked?.." he restored, making her shake her head in an instant. " Take it as an order..." He finished, before wiping his mouth with the tissue cloth and getting up to leave. But before he could, he stopped by the grip on his hand, as he turned around looking at his daughter holding his hand looking at up with her teary eyes, which exceptionally did not pained his fatherly head.
" But appa- " before she could have completed her sentence, he jerked her hand off, making her stumble backward, leaving her hurt at his actions. " This is what it is. Do it or I will make you do it. " He said, before turning back and disappearing into the large house.
She stood there still, unable to process anything. She felt numb, she felt all her remaining world falling apart in a blink of eyes. She wanted to be a doctor, she has been studying hard for it, and when she was only two years away from achieving her dream, her mother's dream, her father destroyed the little castle. She has already acknowledged him not caring about her...but to this extent, she never thought of it. She broke down at the thought of this. He never cared. He never did. He never will!
" Finally...huh! We are getting rid of your useless ass. " She heard her mother saying, before she looked at her. Gritting her teeth, she could not control herself from bursting at her for the first time " you did this, didn't you. Weren't you much satisfied with snatching my own father from me that you're planning to snatch my house and keep it to yourself and your brat daughter- " as her head tilted with impact. She again her, and she could not do anything rather than stand there holding her crimson yet wet cheeks.
" Be in your limits, before I show you it. Think twice before saying anything about MY daughter. Ain't you ashamed of saying I'll about your sister...huh! Such a disgrace. Brat who, Hani? No. It's you and your mother " she utters, mentioning her mother, before pulling her daughter with her and going further away from her sight, leaving her alone There contemplating, on what to do.
For sure she was angry, but can she do anything? She can not. It's better to cry alone rather than shouting for help or sympathy when no one is going to hear her complaint or help her in her problem.
Everything has destroyed, she didn't even know whom she's going to marry. Knowing him, leave it. She didn't even know his name, and her father did not even care to tell her at least this. She didn't even know whether he would let her study further or not, let her fulfil her dreams or not, let her work or not, let her choose her career or not. Or make her happy or not. Will he also treat her, like how she was getting the treatment here. Ofcourse, how can she not when her father had fixed her marriage, he would have chosen someone like him.
She didn't even know she would ever be happy, like she used to be, with her mother. She wonders if she will ever be loved, like she was, by her mother.
