Always is not. Every day is.

chapter 3

           

A few weeks have passed just like every other week but the only difference is that I didn't see my so called father perhaps he might be out of city just for his unknown work and I was able to do that one thing which I wanted to do yet my heart kept saying no and that is spending time with my mother alone.

I have been happy during these weeks. My mom didn't have much of her work and we went on shopping, outings and after what seems like centuries my life had euphoria until today.....

"Layken, I just get a call and now I am supposed to run a duty till night, make sure that you lock the house and yeah I forgot to tell you that your father will arrive here by night. He will hardly eat anything. Okay? Enjoy your Saturday layken. Goodbye "my mom said while making her way out of the house.

And here we go so my happiness has just came to a stop. I am still confused about why she told me to lock the house when the resident himself is a monster but then I remember that she doesn't know that.

Most of my Saturday is spent while watching movies and episodes. I even looked for some sort of job in my field, literary and to my utmost disappointment I was unable to find one due to the lack of experience since I am just in first year of university. I even finished one of my favorite novel.

The only thing that I am after is a job that I can get in literary like anything writing articles, book reviews, book recording jobs and anything. All I want is to be independent, earn money and make my way out of this house to a place where I will be far away from my father-by-name. I even love writing stories and novels but the only reason for why I don't write and for why my drafts end up in a bin is that I just don't find a topic to write about except depression and that is the last thing the market requires anymore.

I want to write about other things like love, friendship, maturity and other exciting things to appeal the readers but how can one write when she herself has never been exposed to any of such feeling and relations and whenever I try to follow my imagination I end up writing something that makes no sense and that looks artificial. I am a natural sort of a girl. And so I understand for why it is said that "nothing can ever become real without experience."

It's not like I don't have experiences but the thing is that my experiences revolve around that one issue which will scare the hell out of people instead of pulling them. I can't succeed that way.

I am in my room setting up my clothes in the cupboard that I hear a loud bang on the door. I rush towards the main door and when I open it my heart comes to a halt. My father-by-name. I am hundred percent sure that he is drunk because that's clearly written in his eyes. He is not even able to walk properly.

The thing that surprises me the most is that without uttering a word he makes his way towards his room throwing me a single stare so I even go back to mine. Hardly ten minutes passes that my bedroom door opens with the loudest thud as if a lightning bolt strike against it. And my heart again skips a beat with the sudden opening of the door at first and then it starts beating wild inside my chest as my eyes land on him who is coming closer and closer to me. he is drunk because that is clearly visible by his moves , he is drunk and can do anything that he won't even remember the next day .as my fears starts to grow I step back and keep moving unless my back hits the wall behind me . He is just inches away leaning his way towards

I push him away as hard as I can and he lands on the floor. Right when I start to run out from my room he grabs my ankle and pull me so fiercely that I fall to the ground.

"Owshh let me go. What the hell is wrong? "I half screams. "Let you go. Hahhhaha. As if you will tell me to do something and I will follow it." He shouts at me.

"You bastard "I scream again trying hard to push him as far as I can.

"What the fuck did you call me? Was that bastard? Did you just call me a bastard? "He said with his croaky voice.

"YES I JUST CALLED YOU A BASTARD. YOU ARE A BASTARD. BASTARD. BASTARD" I shriek in his ears.

"Now I am going to show you the real meaning of this word, bastard." he whispers while lowering his mouth to my ears and getting hold of my throat.

The next second he gets hold of me completely. He squeeze my wrist, cover my eyes and drag me to I-don't-know-where since I am unable to see.

After a minute or two he pushes me and I fell hard on a bed maybe his bed. "I am going to tell you the real meaning of being bastard" I can feel his obnoxious breath over my cheeks as he squeeze both of my hands with his single hand.

And then I know that I am lost, the moment I hear the noise of the chains shuffling. Wait did I hear right? Chains? CHAINS? And then I panic.

" please let me go I, I am so sorry I just, I never mean that, I won't say that again ever , please, please let me go ,"I start crying. The second he starts to tie my hands with the chains I cry even more wildly. I scream. I shout. I scream even more wildly and I shout even more wildly. And he keeps laughing

Tears starts to fall down on my clothes making it wet. "You deserve to know what a bastard is. " are his last words before he covered my face with a masking tape.

I then realize that I have nothing to stop this happening. I am hopeless just like every other time. I give up and surrenders. Layken has nothing to stop this happening. Layken is hopeless just like every other time. Layken gives up and surrender.

He then turned on the ac at 4 degrees.Oh gosh it's already freezing outside.Within seconds the room felt like a lost plane of Artic.I scream I screech I howl I yawp I bawl I squawk I squall with every passing second.

But then my voice is gone. Nothing. Silence.

The room is completely silent only filled with the shivering of my teeth.My whole body is frozen.I feel trapped.

I feel nothing besides the tears that are still flowing.

Then....

He left.left his daughter in a barren land of Artic.But wouldn't it be different if he actually considered me his daughter?As the temperature drops I feel death more closer.More near.I see the paradise and the hell.I shut eyes and close and waited.
For a new day maybe here or a place where monsters like him don't exist..

I lied on the bed all empty and screamed but with no sound out from my throat.

Layken screams silently.