𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈🥀 : 𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬

49 | 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭

The next part, Chapter 50 is already updated on scrollstack.

Trigger warnings : Mention of Abuse, non-con and Mature content ahead. Read it at your own risk!!!

"After knowing that my mother was suffering and depressed, my father's attention was back on our family. He took maa to different doctors all over the world.

Since it was necessary to travel, my parents left me and Pratik at my grandparents home, the mansion. It was the same home my grandfather kicked my father off just because he married a girl he had not approved of.

And trust me when I say, that good for nothing old man has taken every ounce of his hatred of my parents on me."

Rudransh sighed closing his eyes. The words, the taunts, the helpless screams echoed in his head. His body started to shake and his heart picked up his pace in anxiety.

"Relax" Parinidhi whispered rubbing his back assuringly and pulling him as close as possible into her arms.

"I've got you"

She whipered and Rudransh was breathing heavily while burying his face deep in her neck.

"First H-He locked me in a store room, where there was not even a flicker of light. I was s-so scared. I cried, banged the door for my grandmother to open, to save me.

But he locked both Pratik and Dadi in the room so that they couldn't't help me.

There were many rats, I was just a kid. I used to be scared of the dark and rats a lot. I screamed when the creatures climbed on me. My skin crawled with disgust. At the end of the day, I had to kill all of them, since that was the only option left for me.

I sat there for two days, with the disgusting smell of dead rats and blood all over my body, throwing up on the floor, even when there was nothing in my stomach.

After two days, my Dadi opened the door. He threatened me not utter a single word to my parents or else my brother has to face the same fate as me.

I just laughed at my fate, just when I thought I was out of the abuse, I've gotten myself into the new hell.

That was not it. With each passing day, he got worse, I had a hard time covering up my bruises, the cigarettes burns and the knife cuts from my brother, dadi and parents.

But still I managed. I thought that my stay at mansion would be few days but it was not. The mother's treatment went on for months.

Even when I wanted to escape the hell, my grandfather didn't let me. He tied me up in the dungeon and told my parents that I love it here in mansion way too much to leave. So my father left me, happily, thinking about the bond which he thought was broken with his father is finally healing through me.

I spent two years in hell, until I was 15 years old. One night, I ran away from the house with the money my dadi gave me. And went to my parent's which was another side of the city.