THE VOW OF PROTECTION

CHAPTER 4

Mr. Anderson stepped in, the room was filled with an uncomfortable deafening silence... with a sweet fragrance of lavender mixed with tulip, the room was dark but  lightened with blue golden light of tassels .. his hands went to his back closing the door,  his eyebrows were arched  in a frown,  corner of his right lip was stretched  in a menace girn his eyes were moving up and down on Freya's body.. he was taking her presence... he start taking deliberate steps to Freya,

Her bed was filled with stuffed toys her bed mattress was covered with saffron and brown bed sheet, Freya slid back on the bed, her body trembling like a leaf.. her hands were on her sides clutching the bed sheets, and her lips started to look chapped as her throat was completely dry... she was digging her nails on the bed sheet her eyes were getting blurry her breath was coming on short gasps, her chest were lifting and falling drastically her eyelids were twitching...

Mr. Anderson scoffed

"what were you thinking I won't come here, darling"

He said as he climbed over the bed and crawled to her his hands stretched out and  reached towards Freya he held her hair and  with a swift  move he shoved her head on the hardest

"Ah" ...

She winced and bit her lower lip to muffle the sound. Her head got bruised her lip started to  bleed.. her eyes were shading tears .. her hands were instinctively wrapped in Mr Anderson's  arms she was struggling, and her body was twisting and breaking to get off Mr. Anderson's grip

"D- d- dad p- please  agh"

  She cried; her tongue was even shaking, her words were breaking, and her voice was raspy. She was struggling to breathe. Her eyes were red; her cheeks were puffed, and her lip was bleeding.

She was looking at Mr. Anderson with her tearful eyes hoping maybe someday,   someday he would show some mercy on her  that someday these hands of her father would raise to care  her head that someday her father call her name with  affection...  but she knew that he will never, her life will get better.. her tears will never dry her heart will never laugh!... she sigh

"Hah! You little punk... you are just a burden on me..."

  Mr Anderson looked at her arrogantly his voice was ragged and scratchy his eyes were extremely cold... his lips were having a mocking smirk... he was gripping her hair tightly

" I must have killed you, then raised a useless brat...."

Mr Anderson laughed arrogantly...

"you and your mom both are useless and pathetic"

His voice was laced with arrogance and hate. His hand trailed down from Freya's hair to her chest... he smirked

" you better remember  your place  little slut"

His eyes were half closed, and he was leaning further as Freya was struggling hard. Her nails were digging hard into Mr Anderson's hand.

Mr. Anderson looked up, and his eyes fell on the clock. He grumbled under his breath and got up from bed  ...
" you have good luck brat otherwise I have told you the consequences of the way you behaved downstairs"

  Mr Anderson spoke while gritting his teeth

"And one more thing we have to go to the hospital tomorrow, better not be late or ..."

Mr Anderson said and looked at his watch, his expression hardening. He clutched Freya's skin as he straightened his back...

"I swear  if I wasn't having something important to deal with right now  I must have shown you who is the in-charge here"

He claimed and walked out of Freya's bedroom while fixing his blazer. He didn't even bother to spare a last glance at Freya...

She was sitting on the bed biting her lower lip which was bleeding she wiped it with her blanket, tears were streaming down her face she was hitching on her breaths multiple times her bruised head was spinning her nails were digging into her thighs ... her head was hung low, her hair strands were covering her face ... her lips were parted she squeezed her eyes and let out a shaky breath...

"What the hell did I do wrong..." Freya said with her heavy and  ragged voice

She looked at her room everything was adorned with different precious metals such as diamond gold sapphire.. the wooden table Almeria and items...everything was just something beyond what we call perfect but she, she was like an orphan who had both mom and dad... but never have them...she swallowed her dry throat ..she keep her hand on her heart...

"Freya, it's okay .. one day, this pain will en,d, or you will ..."

She mumbled to herself...as a futile effort to calm herself, the thump sound of her heart was audible.. her pulse rate was higher than normal... her eyes were filled with fear... she still ... she still  took a deep breath ..and spoke

"I want to die!!!!!"

Freya exclaimed, her voice raspy. She was on her knees; her back was arched towards the bed, both her hands clutching to her chest. She was trying harder to scream till her throat muscles and eardrums broke so she wouldn't ever be able to say or hear anything... but no voice was able to come out except low whispers...

She took a few breaths and went to the bathroom to freshen up and distract herself... as soon she went to bathe .. Vince entered her room... he was to call Freya when he saw her dishevelled bed... he frowned.

"Mis. Freya ..."

He mumbled in his scotic smooth voice...