Change Ahead

Chapter - 2

My father, I have never been attached to him as long as I could remember. My mom was always my thing. When I came back from my boarding school, I realized that my father is ill-treating my mom, I could not take it. How can I person who teaches his daughter about self-esteem treat another woman like this? Is it because of the wife – daughter difference? I thought I should raise my voice for her. That is how it all started.

But how can he say that, "I only spare you for the sake of you sister, if not, I could have easily killed you." Just because I started questioning you back, it doesn't mean that you can kill me. I respect you for giving me life and keeping me comfortable until now.

The knocking of the door sound disturbed my thoughts. I turned to look. It was my father.

My mom came near me and said, "Come on. Let us go home." I stood up and fell down again without any balance. She held my hand and caught me before I fell down completely.

I was put to rest completely for a week, when I got a thought what if I run away from home and lived my life myself. I thought about it again and again. I had so many questions about what I will do for money and my safety. I am a girl and my first thing would be about being safe. Is it safe to go out? I thought time after time. But still I could not digest his words... Those words that he could kill me, haunted me. I decided to live on my own.

I told my mom that I was going out of the house. She panicked and asked in a more harsh way, "What? What the hell are you blabbering?" She slapped on my cheeks and beat me. But I was stubborn with my decision. I knew it would happen. She was basically afraid that I might get raped. She told my father as soon as he came. You know what will happen after that. It included several nights of war. It proceeded for about a month.

One night, at the dinner time, I asked, "Mom, Do you think this food that I'm eating now could be poisoned?"

My sister looked up at me in a more dreadful means.

I said, "I am going out to live on my own mom. Father wants me dead. I can't live here with the fear of being poisoned at the right time."

I thought I should sneak out. I did. I snuck out.

I took whatever I could take for me and snuck out of the house. I turned back and looked at the house for one last time and walked away from it.

My only thought was to survive safely. I was not aware what the life had for me. It could turn me upside down. But I have to start living on my own, no matter what.

I looked at the streets as I walked; I had played there with my sister and friends. I had a happy life here. I was grey dark. I was afraid each and every moment. I felt as if someone was following me. I turned back to confirm it was no one. I was paranoid. Then I thought, 'Come on Gaz... You should guts up to live on your own. Man up..!'