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Y/N's POV
I diverted my attention to note-taking, trying to distract myself from the pain in my bruised arms while I fought back tears. It's not like tears could magically fix everything, so what's the point in crying?
My father just hit me with bamboo after I didn't get a full score on my test earlier. It's just the way things were ever since I was little. Always been my father's little servant.
He would physically abuse me If I did something not in the way he wanted. For instance, receiving poor grades, neglecting household chores, or cooking meals that don't taste pleasant.
My mom left when I was only four years old. She couldn't bear how awful my father was, abusing her every day. Honestly, she was no better than father. She knew her husband was a monster, yet she left me with him.
I always assumed they were forced to marry each other because under no circumstances she would marry someone as monstrous as him; Or she's just that big of a fool. Well, I do not know the exact truth.
Suddenly I heard a loud noise from outside of my room.
"Y/N!!"
My father's voice had become increasingly strident. I got up and walked over to him.
"Yes, father?"
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO WASH THE DISHES." anger welled up in his chest.
"I'm sorry, father. You told me to study, I forgot I haven't washed the dishes." I replied as I swallowed down my frustration.
"What are you doing still standing there? You really think the dishes are going to wash themselves??"
I walked away and went to take care of the dishes. I imagined what would happen if I strangled him as I poured my heart out. Would he kick me out? Disown me? Leaving me homeless, stranded on the street?
I have always bottled up all the emotions that I feel. I have no idea why, maybe because I don't have anyone to talk to. But the thing is, I've always felt like I can't say anything to my father other than "Yes, Father."
When I'm by myself, I often rehearse what I wish to say to my father. How painful it had been for me, that he's a horrible father who made my life purpose was to serve him, and I was just extremely wary of him.
But when I'm in front of him, my mind went empty, I was at a loss for words to defend myself in front of him. Then I just let him boss me around, treating me like rubbish.
Just as I was done washing the dishes, my father yelled again,
"Y/N! Go make me a drink!"
I reached for a glass to prepare him a drink, not noticing that my hands were shaking with anger. This caused the glass to slip from my grasp. The sound of the glass shattering struck me like lightning, bringing me to the realization of what I had done.
"Shit."
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" shouted father.
He then came to the kitchen with a pile of wood. The next thing I knew, my body was filled with wounds and bruises. Tears were welling up on my eyes as my sight got blurred. I managed to hold it together and the tear failed to shed itself.
"You can't get perfect grades, you can't do the chores, you don't have any real talent, WHAT WILL YOU BECOME, HUH?? You, a woman, go out there and break glass like this, what are they going to think? Not even a poor ugly man would want to marry you, let alone a rich one. My reputation will be ruined because of you!" He kept going on and on blabbering nonsense.
"Go to your room! Must I do everything by myself.." He spoke.
Excuse me?? Son of a bitch. How exactly does he do everything by himself? Even the littlest thing like his waraji*, I was the one who prepared it for him every single day.
I walked away into my room, then I started crying my eyes out. Tears started streaming down my cheeks like a river combined with rage that flowed through me like lava. I throwed my books against the wall, kicked my chair, screaming into my pillow.
I was aware that I said tears wouldn't solve anything, yet I couldn't contain them any longer.
I was so sick of this, all I have been doing my whole life was do as he says, trying hard to be perfect in so many ways, but that's never enough for him. And the worst part is that I didn't have anyone to talk to at all. I just wish there was a way for all these pressures to disappear.
Suddenly, I felt a cold wave in the air piercing through my skin. When I turned around, my heart stopped as soon as I saw a pale looking man as pale as death inside my room.
He was dressed in a loose tuxedo with a white half-cloak draped over it. With pitch black hair and glowing red eyes staring right into my soul, he sent me shivers down my spine, I was immobilized by fear.
"Wh- Who.. who are you.." I said stuttering.
"Life is harsh isn't it, my dear?" The man spoke to me with such a gentle voice.
"How did you get in here..?"
"That's not important. Don't be scared dear, I'm only here to help you."
"Why should I believe you? You just appeared out of thin air."
He smiled, "Because I can give you the freedom you have always been craving. You can do whatever you want."
My eyes widened; I was incredibly amused by what he said.
"What is it you want in return?"
"Nothing. All you have to do is drink my blood and freedom will be in your hands." He said as he scratched his own wrist and blood started dripping off it. He then wiped his blood with his finger and offered the blood to me.
I sat there feeling confused, normally I would freak out and run away terrified, but I was desperate.
Part of me kept telling me that there is no way some stranger's blood will solve all my problems. But the other part of me wanted to believe all this, perhaps the universe finally listened to me and gave me a miracle through this man.
It was only a couple drops of blood, probably taste bitterly awful. If he was blabbering, what's the worst thing that could happen? The blood turned out to be poison and it will kill me? Or the blood will hypnotize me for him to kidnap me? Sure...
But if he was telling the truth, I can finally be free of serving my devilish father. Does it worth the risk? Yes, it is. I would rather die trying than not trying at all. I laid hold off his blood then swallowed it.
Hi everyone! I decided to try something new and improved my story, sorry for disappearing a year ago? I think 😁. Please tell me what you think in the comments and don't forget to vote-!! Have a lovely day or night! Thank you <33
