In the shadowy depths of a hidden world, Ethan Jackson Corrigan is feared as 'the Unforgiving Vampire,' a symbol of unending darkness. Beneath his icy exterior lies a yearning for humanity's warmth. When humble Evelina Margaret becomes his servant...
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Evelina pov
"Hey, moron where are you? Come here I need to talk to you, bitch "it was my father from the other room. He was drunk and it's his hobby to call me after he was drunk and beat me till I lost consciousness. I am used to it as the word goes" When you get it too many times then you will used to it".I don't mind him. I put my earphones to my ears and enjoyed the music. I closed my eyes slowly.
Suddenly one of the big hands grabbed my hair. I get it, it was my dad's hands. I didn't cry He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the wall. I tried to escape even though I knew I couldn't escape. he touched my face and tried to kiss me.
I felt nausea and vomiting from his actions. does any girl deserve this type of father .who always abuses her and now trying to rape his daughter?. I asked myself. I pulled him back. I ran out of the house and tried to catch my breath. I still feel his hands on my face.
I grabbed my shoes and walked out of the house. my tears are rolled down on the way I walked through the road."It's okay "I tried to calm myself. even though I know that I can't calm myself anymore." if I doesn't try to resist him . he would have raped me." that struck my mind. I don't know where should I go. I just walked like that. I saw a bench under the long banyan tree at the park. I sat there.
I saw a small cute puppy come near me. I can see he was abandoned by his look. He was hungry. I searched my coat pocket but there was no money in my coat to buy anything for him. but I found one packet of cookies that I brought yesterday and forgot to eat. I give it to that puppy.
He ate it mouthfully and he showed his tail side to side in a grateful way. I smiled at him as if he was better than me and he had his freedom. I looked at the way that the puppy goes.
My mind is filled with memories of my mom, and I often wish she were here with me. She passed away on my 10th birthday. She was a strong, kind, and gentle woman. It's been seven years since she left, but I can't forget that she's no longer by my side. She was my pillar of support.
I gazed at the sky as it began to turn grey. It was time to return home, though I didn't want to. I had no other choice.
I approached my house as if nothing had happened. As I opened the front door, there was no sign of my father making any noise. It was a relief; perhaps I would have some peace for a while.
I approached my house as if nothing had happened. As I opened the front door, there was no sign of my father. It was a relief; perhaps I would have some peace for a while.
I went to the bathroom and took a shower. Gazing at my naked body, I traced my hands over the bruises on my skin. After selecting a dress, I put it on and gave myself one last look in the mirror before collapsing onto my bed, exhausted.
I didn't worry about my dad. I knew he was likely with some prostitute, as it had become a routine. Sometimes he would bring them home and engage in activities in the next room. As memories flooded in, my eyes closed, and I drifted into sleep before I could even realize it.
