So basically this story is about a teenage girl who was separated from her family at the age of two. What will happen when one day suddenly her stepfather died.
And she got to know about her family which was unknown to her. More precise to be brothe...
Yoo I am giving you all one advice: Before reading further, sit down with a packet of tissue with you. 🙃🙃
Triggered scenes ahead. Warning ⚠️
Bella's POV
Right now I am in an ice cream parlour with Ally eating my fav mint chocolate chip ice cream after the drama that had happened before we left. We are sitting on a table far away from the crowd. I am staring at Ally and thinking how far we have come. The first time I met him I had never thought that we would come this close to each other. If someone had told me the same thing about me and him a few years ago then I would have laughed hilariously. I still remember the day I met him for the first time.
3 years ago ~ Flashback
It's my 12th birthday today. I am not happy as a normal child of my age should you know why because this is my second time celebrating my birthday without my mum. I am missing her too much. I am all alone. I have my father with me but I had noticed he has changed since my mom died. He started acting cold towards me. He tells me to do all the chores, it is not like that I mind doing them but sometimes he unnecessarily shouts at me. I guess he is just depressed after mom's death.
But in the first year it was only a little bit shouting or scolding me but now it is more than that he started hitting me, in starting it was only a few slaps or punches but now he also started calling me with names. It hurts too much it hurts me I don't know what I did wrong to deserve all this.
Currently I am in my room, laying on my bed and thinking about me and my mom's happy memories. How we always go to the mall and do all the girly things, in short a girls day out on my birthday. Huff now I have no one beside me. Even dad also forgot about my birthday. I was in my thoughts when I heard my dad calling me, he is home I don't know where he went from the morning it's almost afternoon. Whatever let's go why is he me calling.
On reaching downstairs I saw him sitting on the sofa, his back facing me. When I went near him I saw him He was totally drunk. Dad you called me? I asked this the first time I saw him drunk this much.
"Oh yes my lovely daughter, I am sorry I didn't wish you earlier. Happy birthday my dear daughter I have a gift for you I want to show it to you so come with me." he said he is struggling to speak he is fully drunk I even doubt if he is in his correct mind. I don't know why but when he said to come with him I am feeling very weird my gut feelings are telling me that there is something fishy and I shouldn't go with him but I ignore it and follow my dad. He is leading me to his and mom's room.
On reaching there he locked the door which is also weird something inside me is telling me to run from here but I once again ignore it. Which was my biggest mistake.
Dad suddenly started undoing his belt now I am getting scared. D..a.d w.h...at a...r..e y..ou. do..i.n..g I asked him. Trying my best to not to fumble. "You will see little whore" he said. I swear it hurts too much. The next thing I remember was him pushing me to the bed and laying on the top of me. D..a.d. st.o.p.. pl..e...a..se.. i beg him.
"Shut up bitch I know you are liking it so now shut up and let me enjoy, the more you will quiet the more you will feel good" he said. He started touching me inappropriately he leaned closer to kiss my neck. When he kissed me I felt so disgusted I don't know what is happening with me.
My 12 year old self doesn't know what the person whom i called my father is doing with me. I felt too uncomfortable, I am sobbing hard and telling my dad to stop but does he or rather the monster listen to my pleadings?. The answer is no a big no. I keep begging him to stop.
I feel a sting pain on my right cheek when it hits me that my dad hits me. "Shut up you whore be quiet and let me do my work" he said and started touching my breast I am feeling too uncomfortable. He ripped all my clothes from my body.
That monster does not even leave a piece of cloth on my body. He snatched my innocence from me, from a 12 year old little girl. Who still didn't comprehend what had happened with her. She didn't understand what had happened with her. She didn't understand that she was being raped from the person she called him as her dad. The person who she and children like her consider as their hero.
Will she be able to trust any man ever? From that day she has built her walls high and didn't let anyone enter inside. She was expecting a gift from her father on her birthday but in return she got what? trauma a lifetime trauma, trust issues. She was totally broken. She was broken beyond repair.
