~Every house has a story~
But ours is more than just a STORY
IT'S FILLED WITH MADNESS, LIES, MYSTERIES~~
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ABHIMANYU RAGHUVANSHI ~
The elder son of the house, the cold , dominant and ruthless businessman and a devil hiding under th...
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Life is so unpredictable. Moments ago I was so happy with my friends and now here after looking at my parents my mood turned sour.
Why is my life like this? Where other children want their parents'love , here I want to run away from my parents.
You all must be wondering why? But my life with my parents is not all sunshine and unicorns. They always have treated me like I'm nothing to them. Like I'm just a burden they want to get rid off.
They have always told me that I was an unplanned child . They never wanted me. They become abusive sometimes when they think it's best to let their anger out on me. But did I ask for this life.
If they didn't want me there were many options like aborting. They gave birth to me but they were never my parents. So I don't even hope for them to be my parents.
Like now they are sitting on the couch and glaring at me and telling me how much of bitch I am. Oh! How I wish I could say to them that they are nothing but a bitch .
But you don't see me doing that . Because certainly I'm not in a mood to get some punches and beatings
"Where were you stupid girl" says my mom TANISHA GUPTA."where were roaming huh" "of course with her boyfriend" says my sperm donor opps! My namesake is Father PRAKASH GUPTA.
Oh don't go by his name. He has brought nothing but darkness in life. "Look at you , you are so fat stop eating too much . At least do something in your life", says my mother.
"Bitch go and make lunch for us" "I have to go to the hospital" I said in a scared voice. No matter how much I hate them or bitch about them in my mind I am scared of them. That's the effect they have on me . They made my childhood worse. If not for my two best friends I would have taken my life away by now.
I met them when I was in 6th grade and from then on we were inseparable. Sometimes I'm jealous of them because they have such loving parents but atlas I love them too .
"We don't care about that make lunch and whore around" I clenched my fist at the last words but I controlled myself and went towards the kitchen to make food for them.
As soon as I entered the kitchen , years started rolling down my eyes. I always wonder what's my fault that they treat me like this. I just want them to love me . Every child wants his/her parents to love them. Is that a very big thing to ask.
Giving birth is not enough! I put my thoughts aside and made lunch for them quickly before they start testing their hands and belt on me. My best friend knows how my relationship is with my parents but they don't know that they are abusive.
I always hide my body under my kurtis. So that they don't see the art work my parents do on me. "Ganga maiya" sighing I started working fast. I was already too late for the hospital. I messaged the girls I'll be a little more later to the hospital.
