IT'S HURTS

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Chapter 2
     Austere's p.o.v

     I had a disturbing question running through my mind for the past few days now. I have been in the sitting room along with my dad, who was busy straightening out his old worn out clothes
    "Dad," I called out, deciding to spill whatever that that has been running through my mind.
     "Dad, " I called to him again.
     "what now princess? " he said. Feeling a little bit annoyed but trying to cover it up with a smile. I ignored the look on his face determined already to ask him the question.
    "Did you do something wrong? ". I questioned not caring where this was heading to.
     "I don't get you? " he asked looking confused and showing a sign of anger this time. I swallowed hard trying to arrange my question in a pleasing manner. Afraid of being scolded.
    "Dad, why haven't we been to other places, other than this tent?." I asked trying to get rid of every trace of fear.
     " Because you are fine here." he said. WHAT! Because am fine here, that's all? And who nailed it to you am fine here?  I felt like trashing his skull, I said to myself. Feel really vexed not being able to voice it out. Oh GOSH!.
    "Did you say something?. "he asked, getting ready to spank my ass. What a dad!.
    " No. " I said really pissed off, vexed, exasperated, annoyed,angry and whichever word you choose to call it. I'm in that category.  I don't care.
    "But I don't get the reason am being stuck in here like a prisoner? " I fired back. Seeing the shock expression on his face made me calm.
     "I see you are becoming spoilt, but don't you worry. I will surely bend you to my will".he said. And  that forged a question on my mind. "if he was really my dad?."

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