With My Wind (Invince Series #1)

Chapter 5 - Dewei

"Veeva. You'll have a taekwondo class, I already enrolled you," Dad sat on the couch.

I stood up and protested. "Dad? But I don't want that! It's scary!"

"It's for your self-defense, Veeva. What if someone approached and tried to kill you? You need to defense yourself and to be able to do that, you need to take classes."

I pouted and shook my head. "No! No one will hurt me because I'm a good girl!" I sat down, pouting.

"We can't say that, Veeva. Just follow me. That's my order," he said, not giving me any chance to protest.

That was always what he was saying when he enrolled me in the karate classes, judo, and mixed martial arts classes. And he even enrolled me again and again until I mastered all, not satisfied if I topped the class. And I almost have severe exhaustion because of that, but I didn't because of Mom. That was when I was an elementary student.

When I reached highschool, he made me do boxing, swimming, horseback riding, and car racing. He also made me mastered knives.

Knives... That lesson was the most terrifying.

"Dad! Please... I don't want this anymore! Make him stop!!" I begged my Dad who was watching me from afar.

It was a sparring. Dad ordered my co-student—whose much older than me—to not stop when he didn't told him to. It was a knife lesson and he told us to have a sparring.

The man he ordered doesn't stop scarring me with a knife and Dad...just watched there.

"Please... Stop..." I begged the man in front of me but he kept slicing my skin with his knife.

"Fight, then," he said.

I looked up at him and felt my tears fell off. "Please..." I begged him but he ignored me and didn't listen to me until Dad finally told him so.

I hugged myself as I begun to trembled in fear. In my previous lesson, it didn't hurt...like this. I didn't saw blood. I didn't felt scared. I didn't cry. I didn't trembled in fear.

In this lesson, I felt like I was being tortured with no objection. I felt like I was being punished when I didn't do anything wrong.

"Stand up, Veeva," Dad ordered me.

Despite of what I was feeling, I forced myself to got up. I glared at the man in front of me, thinking it was Dad. I hated my Dad that time because he knew what I was feeling... He knew it...but he chose to ignored it and made me suffer more.

"Start again," he said so the guy in front of me attack me again.

He sliced my cheeks and it hurt so much. I looked down as my tears blended with my blood.

I held my knife tightly and glared at the man who did it.

Before he could attack me again, I kicked him and after, I kicked him again. I kicked him over and over again until I saw blood in his face.

He was lying on the floor with blood on his face. I begun to trembled in anger as I remembered the time being in times like this. Dad would succeeded to bring my emotions out and I would passed my anger to the person in front of me.

I sat above that guy and was about to also slice his cheeks when Dad ordered me to stop.

"Okay, stop for now," Dad ordered.