ATHENA'S POV (UNEDITED)
"You little fucking bitch, why aren't you dead yet?" Another kick to my ribs that I am desperately trying to cover with my hands.
"You are a bastard's child, who swallowed my whole family." The whooshing sound of the belt came before it hit me...continuously. It feels like as if each strike is cutting through me and making my lungs beg for air.
He had bible verses playing over speakers to cover my muffled screams to show as if we are just praying after the loss of his wife. I don't know as to how it started, he had been so calm and silent up until now. But the moment he saw me hanging her photo on the wall, something switched in his mind. Though this was all expected, he couldn't hide his true self for long.
Blood sputtered from the new as well as old wounds and I no longer had a sense of my surroundings but wasn't unconscious either to not feel pain.
A kick to the back of my head was all I remember before floating into the abyss and now he can hurt me however he wants, at least I won't feel it.
"When did it begin?
When will it end?
From I love you more
To scars littering my body, making it all sore
From what wrong did I do?
To why did you do it?"
Someone was shaking me, did someone come to save me?
"I will get rid of you; it would be worse than hell. I will do what my Mary asked me to do." He had a tight grip on my hair, while the other hand was on my neck.
"Kill me, please." I whispered.
It must have been a sight. Eyes bulging out due to lack of air yet making no attempt to remove his hand. Clothes torn due to belting but blood and scars act as a cover. Pain, it was excruciating, and I felt it each and every day. I want it to be over. I can't take it anymore.
"Please kill me" Had he not removed his hand before the neck, my wish would have been granted. OfCourse, I can't even die if I want to. I am his slave to live as much as he wants me to. He just walked away without any remorse.
"Why did he have to stop?"
Tears spilled uncontrollably; I don't want to hold them back. Every single movement hurt; I couldn't move myself. So, I just laid there crying in my blood and cursing my fate.
••••••••••••
It was around noon that my eyes opened, and I so badly didn't want to.
"Ath, it's a new day. I have come so far, and I can go even further...just one day at a time."
"I can handle the pain." No matter how much I console myself, it never gets easy. Extending my arm to the nearby chair, I tried to lift myself up. After several attempts and several pits stop on the stairs, I made my way to my room.
Belt pelts covered my body, my ribs were probably bruised, my ankle was swollen and definitely wasn't straight, the old knife wound was open again...would definitely need stitches, the back of my head was extremely sensitive to touch. So, all in all they made a great masterpiece.
A few hours, few more screams and continuous tear slipping... I was done patching myself up to the best of my abilities. The worst is stitching, having to pull a needle in and out and that too in a dazed state... definitely not the time to work on needle skills.
The only good thing throughout the day was that he didn't come back, which allowed me to have a bowl of cereal and three painkillers later, I was pretty much feeling like a drunk due to pain...wobbly on steps, sleepy and might throw up.
Well, what can I say, I am a hard drinker of pain...CHEERS TO THIS HELL HOLE.
Though one thing didn't leave my mind, what was he talking about Mary? Were they planning something? What's the worst that they could do and haven't? They have abused me in every possible manner.
He didn't come back over the next day too. I was mentally enjoying the solace. The day passed with cereal, painkillers, lots of sleep and no school. I haven't been out for days and neither do I want to. This body is in no position to walk more than a few steps without having dizzy spells.
At least I got to binge-watch tv, might as well make these eyes blue like rest of the body.
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