Cannabis

Chapter 12

I climbed up the stairs, mind filled with contentment. It felt to me that my 14th birthday was the happiest day of my life. To be finally noticed by father was a dream come true, and if it were a dream, I never wanted it to end.

I nearly forgot that all good and nice things meet with a brutal end.

As I reached my room, I plopped down on my bed, not giving any effort in even putting on the lights. I thought that from today, I'll live a happier and more normal life, like a regular teen.

I was replaying the incidents that happened in the course of the day in my mind, how I cut the cake and everyone clapped, brother's jealous face that still made me laugh and the beautiful time we spent together as a family. The thing that surprised me a lot was father calling me a better behaved boy than brother. I was so contented with myself and father that I lost the track of time thinking.

And then I heard it.

I heard quiet, measured footsteps as if someone was stealthily approaching my room from the dark staircase of the house. I brushed that off, I thought that I was acting a bit paranoic.

But after a few seconds, it really felt that something was wrong. I was having the ominous feeling that someone was watching me, every move I made, without being detected.

I proceeded to make my bed and arranged my books and study materials which were scattered all over my bed in a gawky manner.

I hummed a tune, fixed my hair while looking at the mirror and did all sorts of things, just to detract my mind from that uneasy feeling, the feeling of being watched by an alien entity.

Finally, I got into my bed and pulled the covers to myself. I prayed to drift off to deep sleep as soon as possible to get that jittery feeling off my minds. But for some erratic reason, I couldn't manage to do as I pleased.

And that was the worst mistake of my life...

All of a sudden it came to me that I'd forgotten to lock my bedroom door. Unwillingly, when I managed to drag myself out of my bed to the door, my charcoal eyes met gray ones. I was petrified, it didn't take me long to detect the menacing aura that the well built male figure gave off. It was as if my heart skipped numerous beats.

"Don't be scared, my boy! It's your dear daddy!"

I began to calm down a little after hearing those words. True, those gray eyes were my father's, but how come it felt so sinister to me?

"Oh! It's you. You scared the hell out of me!" I complained.

"I just came to see you, dear." Saying this, he further got into my room and locked the door in a somewhat hasty manner.

Without a word, he got into my bed and pulled the covers to himself, while I stood clueless, looking at him.

"Come here, lay down by me...", he said in a voice nearly imperceptible by the ears. I did what I was told to do, I obediently laid down on my bed, me facing him. He started to slowly caress my face, my hair, my arms and back. And from there, his hands sneaked slowly but calculatingly to my waist. He pulled me closer and I could feel his heated breath on my forehead.

It was at this time that I was starting to feel a tad bit uncomfortable. A foreign feeling crept onto my mind, a feeling of helplessness. After all, I was just a skinny, underweight teen in front of his towering physique, as well as his unwavering temperament.

I, feeling nauseous at his "fatherly affection", decided to make a bold move. And while I was pondering about all these stuff, I failed to realize that his hands were now resting triumphantly on my bottom, his mouth close to my neck.

I almost threw him off myself and got up from the bed.

"I need to go to the toilet." I lied.

"What's the hurry, baby?"

I scrunched my nose in disgust. So this is it. This is the man I idolized for the past few days! I was so full of self pity. But, was I  being too harsh on him? What if he really adored me? After all, he was my father. He wouldn't stoop down this much. Maybe I was over thinking it.

Father's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Do you want to go to the toilet?" He asked, his voice taking a rough tone.

"Y-Yeah...", I trailed off, not sure if it was right of me to say this at that moment.

"Okay, then," he said, and in the time frame of a split second, I felt strong, sturdy arms lift me off the ground and throw me forcefully in the bed, without even breaking a sweat.

I tried to scream, but my mouth was forbidden to do so by his stony palm. My helpless, broken, shattered pleas were muffled skillfully by him. Perhaps, it was already decided by fate : None would hear your destitute yet deadened screams, none would even bother to save you when you'll be violated ruthlessly by someone you never imagined in your wildest of nightmares to be doing so to you.

A haze took over me as that beast continued his filthy ministrations on my now bare body. Was karma punishing me for some unknown crime that I had committed in my past life? Or is it just a grotesque dream that is messing up with my mind?

A sudden rush of pain brought me back from that haze, the pain of teeth sinking hungrily on my bare skin. When I managed to have a look at the marks that those teeth left, I could see fresh, warm blood oozing out of the cut.

No, it wasn't a dream.

This went on until dawn, until the man was done with doing all sorts of dirty jobs to my vulnerable body. He got down from the bed, got dressed and ordered me to get dressed too.

Just before leaving the room, he paused for a moment and after making some mental calculations, he stormed back towards my exhausted form on the bed, grabbed a fistful of my hair and spit venom in my face,

"If you ever think of telling this stuff to anyone, mind you, you'll be dead in no time...."

Saying this, he stormed out of the room and closed the door with a loud bang. I felt dizzy, laying on the bed, about to collapse, but not before mumbling out a last but soft cry for help,

"Mama...."

It was too much for me to take.... as a little birthday gift from "daddy"....

To be continued.....