THE DEVOTION

7.

I have been really really stressed lately. I barely sleep at night.

It's literally 2.30 am in the morning,.. Could not sleep for a while.

Unlocking the room I turned the lights on. I took a glass and started pouring alcohol in it.

Only alcohol can handle me in these times. Although I never let Arohi come into this room of mine, but she kinda knows I drink.

None cares. None ever did. We have been with a family where alcohol was such a normal thing.

But my parents never drank alcohol as a habit like my other
family members did.

Somehow, I was forced to get addicted to alcohol by my brother Arjun. Yes, my own brother, whom I always loved like someone really precious; but him-

Never. My brother never accepted me as a family member. Because to him, we were always outsiders.

We actually were back then. When Arjun's mother left my dad alone forever for another man he was not that powerful in this business industry.

Later, he met his childhood  best friend, my mother. They got close again and after 4 years my dad confessed to my mom.

They got married 2 years later. My mom loved Arjun from the very start even when they were not a thing.

Arjun was just 8 months old when his mother left him. When he got to know about all these things he started hating us for nothing.

He always pushed me into all those dangerous things that could affect me seriously.

He is almost 8 years older than me, so basically he got all those ideas to torture me.

In my school, Arjun was the one who always bullied me, he never helped to cope with my any problems. He rather created problems for me instead.

He gave me traumas. Serious ones, - that did not go even after I grew up.

When I turned 16, he started giving me alcohol forcefully. When I denied he either beat me or he did things that I can't even explain.

These dark scars - are given by my own loved brother. Funny, isn't it?

Arjun never treated Arohi badly. Althouh my little Arohi never loved him. She literally knows what Arjun did to me.

I'm kinda greatful to Arjun that he never treated Arohi in a poor way. I wouldn't have tolerated if he treated my sister badly.

I didn't know how much I drank, but I started feeling tipsy by now.
I think it's enough now.

Locking the door I went to my bedroom.

My eyes travelled to that scrunchie under my blanket. I again wore it back playfully.

A small smile appeared to my lips. Shreedhi,.. I chuckled thinking about her.