Strings Attached

~Chapter 4~

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Manchester, England.

(Daniyal Hasan)

"Dad, please don't hurt me. I promise I won't lie ever again," I cried as sobs racked my body. I was hurting in so many places with all the blows my father was sending my way that I was hardly able to stand upright. "Daddy please!" I cried once again, my voice strangely shrill and unsettling.

"You unwanted piece of sh**! You'll know the consequences of making things up about me. I'll make you go through hell!" my dad spat at me, throwing punch after punch on any part of my body he could get his hands on. He was exceptionally angry tonight. Far too angry than I'd seen him ever since I caught him drinking, one fateful night. I could smell the stench of alcohol reeking off him. His blows were harsher, and there was more venom in his voice than ever before. His words were slurred, but his reflexes... dangerously boosted by the liquid running in his veins!

I felt like I was just a bystander, watching from the sidelines as the scene unfolded in front of me. And it seemed as if I knew what would come next. Strangely, the blows weren't affecting me. Only the boy opposite my father was getting the brunt. A boy who, I may add, was barely reaching up to my dad's waist in size.

"Daddy please, you promised mum you'd never hit me!" I whimpered once again, my voice barely audible from all the beating I was getting by the heavy hands of my father. "Shut up, you ba***rd! Don't ever talk about that woman in my presence," the man growled.

"Your mother was a pretentious little git! Leaving me like this with you to give me hell. Couldn't stand her heart! Fu**ing coward!" he commented, growing edgier as minutes ticked by and throwing more blows my way. By now, I was covered in bruises. Black, blue and red, I was sporting all kinds. My small body crumpled in a heap near the door, exhausted from all the repelling I was doing to save myself. I was slowly losing consciousness. Even though shivering violently from cold and fear, I couldn't hold it in myself to stay awake.

Apparently, that angered him further. Because in a few moments, I witnessed him unbuckling his belt through my blurry vision. And alarm struck a chill into the core of my heart that gathered up at the brain and went throughout my spine. He had a crazed look in his eyes. And I feared I wouldn't come out of this alive.

"Daddy! Daddy, please don't do that. I'm sorry. I... I said I'm sor-sorry," I tried to verbalize, in vain. My words were getting increasingly incoherent as he struggled with the last loop in his belt. "Just you wait, and I'll show you who the boss is around here!" he said through clenched teeth as his jaw ticked nastily.