The Girl Who Hates Her Father.

Chapter 2

I lapsed into my old memories as a child.

It was the sound of a vase breaking in the drawing room. I ran to the hall in my PJs. I saw that my parents were arguing.

'....why did you go there without my permission?' my dad asked my mom.

'I didn't know....!' My mom said crying.
He didn't let her finish and slapped her.

My hands were in fists already. I hated them arguing. And what I hated the most was my dad hitting mom. I shouted at him 'Stop it.' I was on the verge of tears.

He stared at me for a minute and walked towards me. My mom was on the floor. He came close to me. I didn't know what to do or say but I was very angry that I couldn't help but stare at him. But I was scared that if he was going to slap as he did Mom. I could feel tears stinging my eyes. The next second Mom pushed him away and was standing between us. I was ready to do anything at that moment.

My mom could put up with anything but not harming me. I wished my mom could be more bold. Why couldn't she leave him? I know even though she had a job her salary was meagre but she still had a choice to leave. I didn't know what exactly they were arguing about.

He stood straight anger burning in his eyes. He knew what he had done. He was drunk at the same time. Without another word, he left with the car keys.

At that time my mom broke into tears. I couldn't help but join her.

She asked.' Why did you stop him?'

I was shaken by her question. Doesn't she know why I did that? I couldn't believe this.

'Because he slapped you. I hate you arguing. I hate him slapping you. I hate everything he does to you. He doesn't even have a job. You have to take care of me on your own...' I trailed off in anger and tears.

At that time Dad had lost his job and was looking for one. It was a punishment. The punishment was for behaving badly to a customer. So he couldn't seem to work anywhere because of this. And nowadays he has started drinking and it is from the meagre salary my mom was getting.

My mom had to work overtime to get us food. Sometimes I would think that I wouldn't be like her. I wouldn't be weak. I would fight back if anyone would dare to stop me. My mom was like if he doesn't like it then I won't do it. I hated her for that. I loved my mom. I knew what she was going through. No other women would have tolerated this behaviour.

My mom hugged me tightly and I hugged her and cried for a long time.

'Don't cry my dear. Be bold for me and yourself. I know it's too much for you. But until you get a job we have nowhere else to go.' she said.

' yes, mom.' I said that I went to my room. I couldn't stand to see her swollen face. My head was aching so badly. So I washed my face and went to bed.

Back to time...

My head was aching for real. I had to go home. So as soon as another doctor was in I came out of the hospital. And went to my room. I had to take a hot bath.

A/n

Hope you liked it. This was a little hard to write because I had too many ideas about this and was not sure what to write. So if you have any suggestions please let me know...

-sei