She slowly laid down on her side cautious enough to not provoke those raw wounds on her back.
A hot fluid slid down her back getting absorbed into whatever fabric was beneath her.
Didn't really need a genius to guess what the fluid was.
She squeezed her eyes shut as tears rolled down her bruised cheeks.
She wasn't crying because she was in pain or anything like that.
She was used to this feeling already.
Nor was she upset or anything like that.
It was just that her heart thought that the situation was worth crying for.
After a while when the tears had dried on her cheeks she got up and washed the blood away with water and covered up her back with spare fabric as to not spoil the clean dress she was slipping into.
All of a sudden there was a loud sound from inside.
'I thought he had left already'
She got out of her confined and small room into the reception of the house.
After a while of limping around looking for where the sound was coming from she gave up and sat on the couch in the living room.
'Perhaps it was animal....?'
There was a huge mess left for her clean up.
Basically her own blood which was splattered on places and some random objects which were laying here and there.
She soaked a cloth in warm water and started cleaning.
It took her several minutes to finish cleaning, before she started to prepare for dinner.
~After a while had passed~
Placing the hot pot on the table she lifted the lid, letting out a cloud of smoke and a delicious aroma.
She placed her mittens on the counter before placing the plates and utensils.
A loud bang sounded out from the sitting room making her flinch.
She rushed to the living area to check what was going on as she saw her father swaying heavily on his feet with a liquor bottle in his hand.
If only that was all to it.
Next to him holding him up was another woman a tiny bit more sober than him.
She didn't look very flattering as her auburn hair was a tangled mess and her dress.... Well it looked as if it were to fall of any second now.
She was frozen in place.
This was the first time her father had done something this outrageous and inappropriate.
Right as the door closed behind them, they started to kiss each other passionately as if they have been bottling up all those emotions for decades.
His hand ripping of her clothes that were poorly tied around her and her hands tangled up around his neck and hair.
When she finally came back to her senses, horrified she hurried to her room shutting the door and jumping on her bed trying her best to close out any noise coming from them.
Tears poured down her face as she heard that woman's loud moans and pleads.
She was shaking with horrid and disgust. Wishing that she had died at that moment rather than listening to the horrifying sound.
They went on for hours taking a little break and starting all over again.
She wanted to rip out her ears as the woman got louder by each passing second.
Her stomach growled in hunger.
"I couldn't even eat"
She sank back with self pity.
But also had to be aware of the raw wounds on her back which were still healing.
She tossed and turned when finally sleep found her; slipping her into an impossible world were everything was perfect.
A dream world.
Somewhere she didn't have to suffer.
Somewhere she was safe and sound.
Somewhere that wouldn't exist.
Not for her.
Not ever.
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Hereditary
Historical FictionA true despair when you realize that it lifts the curse only to turn into one. __________ Yara Cato Oh what despair she has been through. If only someone would've looked back. If only someone had cared. If only..... __________ Ravel though the jour...
