" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
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Suhail barged out of the room to vent out his anger at someone or at something. The first thought was to hurt her but unfortunately due to the promise that he had made to his uncle, he could not do anything. Damn it!
It was pissing him off. Why can't they see that she is the bastard's daughter but he was not supposed to do anything that will hurt his uncle.
What he wanted was to show his torture on his daughter to him and see the ruins in his eyes an gain immense satisfaction from it. But now he was at a dead end on how to deal with things. On one side he has an unknown enemy that is lurking behind him waiting to pounce on him and on the other side, his promise to his uncle not to torment that woman.
And with the anger management issues he had, he could not do anything. With this the only thought that was running in his mind was to see blood.
To see blood to quench his thirst for his anger. Hence he went to his basement to unleash all of his pent up frustration and anger on his preys. He kept punching them till they were on the verge of death.
"Call the doctors and treat them. Do not let them die, I haven't finished my vengeance yet. And call Gerald." Suhail ordered
"Yes Master"
—--------WARNING* Mentions of self-harm if you are uncomfortable you can skip this part—----------
After he came to his mansion, his anger did not subside. He still wanted to relish his anger on something and he still craved blood. He closed his eyes and thought of the only sane thing that he could think of at that moment. He went to his room, and took out a pocket knife from his cabinet drawer and slit his nerves. He saw the blood leaking through his wrist, causing him a relief at that point.
With the blood oozing out of his wrist, he sat on the couch closing his eyes reminiscing his happy moments before his life turned out to be like this.
—----------SELF-HARM PART ENDED—-------------
PAST:
Suhail Age - 14
Sharmila Age - 2
"Ma look, I won the football competition!" Suhail came running into the living room waving his trophy happily.
Riddhima was folding the clothes when Suhail came in running. HIs mother smiled at him, proudness gleaming in her eyes.
"That's my boy! You are born to be a star, Buttu." she said caressing his hair.
"Urghh mom, stop calling me that. All my friends are making fun of me for that name." Suhail pouted not liking the name that was given by his mom.
