My Life

CHAPTER 3

Brenna slowly walked back home. It was the part of the day that she dreaded the most, but knew that the longer she took, the more the situation got worse, so she always hurried home to please her parents.

The other reason she hurried home was because of the streets she lived in. It was a frightening area especially during the nights. Men would linger around the area drunk and cause chaos in the neighbourhood. There is barely any street light making the area a perfect place to waylay people, or particularly, young girls and boys.

As soon as she reached home, or more like the house, she started preparing dinner. She freshen up and completed her homework, and did some revision.

The door slammed downstairs and she instinctively flinched.

"Brenna" Her father bellows "Come here right now"

Brenna scurried downstairs to attain her father. He was drunk. As usual.

"I'm hungry. Now serve me my dinner" he said while making his way to the couch. He sat and played the television while waiting for Brenna.

Brenna served her father and waited patiently for her father. She has learnt her lesson the one time she left her father to go and complete her chores. It didn't sit well with Ivan, her father, and gave her a good beating and lecture about her lack of manners. Ever since, she has never left his side when he's having dinner.

Ivan let out a belch and grunted. Brenna didn't know whether its from satisfaction or not, and prayed that it was good. But nothing ever goes her way, and she has learned to never have hope. She lost that ever since.

"The dinner was awful" Ivan said, scratching his beard. "What do you ever learn. Huh?" He asked his anger obvious "You're the most useless person I've ever seen. Worthless! You're nothing but a piece of garbage" He shouted in rage.

She instinctively took a step back, attempting to hide from her fathers wrath. But she knew that she could never escape.

Ivan's words stung, but Brenna hid her hurt so that he doesn't see her. He feeds on her weak side and Brenna has learned not to show any sign of weakness infront of him.

Ivan stood and threw the plate at her, cutting her forehead. Brenna braced herself from the impact and managed not to fall.

"Ahh... acting high and mighty, are we?" He said, making his way to her, smirking "Wanna act tough? Huh?" He gripped her chin and made her look at him.

He saw that she was trying to hide her fears and suddenly laughed.

"Tough?" He mocked. "You want to be a tough young lady? Well sweetie, let me tell you something. You are nothing but a weakling" He laughed while beating her.

He kicked her and she stumbles forwards, repeating the action over and over. As if not satisfied, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and smashed her head to the wall repeatedly. He punched her stomach, laughing when she doubled over in pain.

Brenna couldn't take the pain anymore. It was like someone was ironing her skin, burning her skin all over. She whimpered but her father didn't stop. If anything, it encouraged him more.

"Next time whore, don't act tough infront of me" He breathed out heavily. He spat at her, stomped on her abdomen one last time and left the room, whistling to himself, as if nothing just happened.

Brenna got up with the help of the wall. Her body aches, and her head throbs. She plead that she doesn't get a concussion. She cleared the mess her father made and cleaned her wounds.

She took pain killers and felt a bump on her forehead. She stitched herself, and tried to cover her bump.

She limped over to her bed and cried softly. She was in terrible pain and emotionally drained out.  She prayed that night, like all the other nights, so that her parents could treat her like before, when she was around the age of three to four.

She reminisced her old happy memories and smiled softly, her pain forgotten. She would cling onto those memories because they were the only happy thing in her wrecked life.

Her family was the most happiest family ever. At one point, her parents started arguing. They would fight and then make up the next day. But one day, it got worse. Her father would beat her mother whenever they argued.

Whenever she would question her fathers actions, he would placate her by saying that its okay to lay a hand on women. Brenna was young at that time and didn't understand anything between a married man and woman, and thought that it was normal.

But as she grew older, she started to understand. She would shout at her father everytime to stop abusing her mother. It never helped her mother, but got her into trouble. Thats when her father started to abuse her.

Ivan would hit her everytime she defies him, but as time went on, he would hit her whenever he was mad, angry, drunk, and now sober too. Her mother also accompanied her father in beating her later, in the age of ten.

She knew that they weren't suppose to act that way but feared that could do something worse so she coped with their brute ways.

Ever since, she was scared of relationships and swore to celibacy. Every time she keeps her hopes up, it would be crushed down by her parents, so she never had hope any more. But you can't blame a lonely girl, can you?

She learned not to be dependent but can not stop herself to long for her parents love but knew that the pigs must fly first. She yearned them but nothing happened so she gave up trying.

She learned to be alone over the years. Never having a normal life. Never having anyone to comfort her, lean her a shoulder when she terribly needs one. In this big world she knew that she is alone.

And that reality makes her even lonely.

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Finally that chapter is done!!
I hoped you liked the chapter.

NB: There will be violence so if you don't like it, and triggers bad memories, do not continue for the sake of your sanity.

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