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39•Breaking in

Breaking in

''Y/n, dear wait.''

He remembers me. He knows who I am; he knows I'm the daughter he left years ago.

You were broken. However, you did not shed a single tear. Not anymore, you promised yourself you won't cry anymore for this man who is known to be your biological father. He pretended to not know you in front of his other daughter, who is so beloved to him. He failed you, your mother; then why should you cry for him?

Your father cheated on your mother. In fact, he was already married to his apparent true love and also shared a daughter with his other wife. Your mother simply couldn't take the news of her husband doing such acts when all the years, she trusted and loved him blindly. And, amongst the adults' matter, your childhood was harmed the most, however, nobody batted an eye to your state or mental health.

Soon the fights turned violent. You were not more than five years old when you started hearing those noises; shouting, screeching, crying. Furniture and objects being thrown around as well as your mother's body; you heard it all. You always locked yourself up in your bedroom and shiver by yourself. You had no one with you, other than yourself.

Your childhood innocence was long gone when your father begins to abuse your mother. If that didn't satisfy his needs then he would have challenged your mother to see him making love to another woman right before her eyes. You remember vividly how your mother used to turn up bruised in front of you, when her wrecked self used to remember that she also had a daughter, locked inside a room.

You were terrified of your mother and the monster that used to turn up once in a while at your room.

Soon, your family began to part ways. Your dad was the first person to leave. Your mother was so psychologically harmed that she couldn't recognise you or even occasionally when she did, she saw her husband in you. Like that, your mother soon turned her back on you and left you in an orphanage.

You did not hear about your mother after that. Was she alive or doing well? You always wondered but never got the courage to find the answer.

From that, the court has decided to hand over your responsibility to your closest relative; which was your aunt.

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You were stood behind the railings of the terrace. Wind blowing fast and cold, you look down from the 17th floor, watching the whole world pacing without any interference. It's amusing how everyone has a life that goes on, where your one challenges you at your every step.

"Y/n, talk to me..." You so-called father speaks from behind. You grip against the railing, gritting your teeth angrily.

You hated this human being.

You scoff. "So, you do remember my name?" You begin.

Your dad closes his eyes and breathes heavily. He takes a step further. "Do not." You strictly say without looking back when you hear his footstep.

"Don't you dare to come near me." You look behind and step down from the railing.

"My daughter, I am your dad." He emphasised, even though his tone to you felt emotionless.

You wanted to laugh out loud. "Do not call me your daughter. I'm not a child anymore who you can brainwash. People like you should rot in hell. I'm no one's daughter and definitely not yours."

He dangerously comes closer when you clearly told him not to. His breathing gets abnormal, almost scaring the beating pulp out of you. You shiver slightly when his eyes cynically glisten under the moonlight. "D-Don't come near."