Ending Nefarious

Chapter 1: new home

I still remember the day my mom was stoked about moving into her dream house, her bright smile illuminated through everyone who saw it. Father looked so happy seeing her and so was I.

I was only 8 that time but it still remained the same in my memory-We were happy, and I would never have thought that it would turn into something completely horrible.

The house wasn't big but it was home. It felt as if I have lived there my entire life and I understood why mom loved the place.

I was in my denim dress, my brunette hair in pigtails as I held my favourite teddy bear that my father gave me.

"Mommy, daddy, can I have this room!" I jumped and clapped my hands. We were upstairs as we explored the house and we were inside a very pink room, I already knew they had this set up just for me but still, I wanted to ask.

Father bent down and picked me up, a bright smile etched his face and kissed me in the forehead.

"Of course jellybean, this is all yours" he told me as my mother combed my hair.

"Yay!!!" I shouted in excitement and hugged both my parents as soon as father had put me down back on the floor.

I smiled at the thought of the sad memory.

I looked through the window of the truck as my father drove through the streets of a well unfamiliar place.

We have been driving for the past 12 hours as soon as my father got a call that he got a job somewhere near the new place we were about to go.

This was my chance to start a new beginning in which I was finally happy and free. Be the perfect daughter my father now wanted me to be and put a smile to my mother who was staring down at me.

Mom died 2 years ago because of cancer, it was all to sudden that it went to a point that it felt like a dream. I felt numb and guilty for not crying. I felt everything but at the same time i felt nothing.

We were in grief but I had school to keep me busy from the pain of it. Father however turned to alcohol and it was the turning point of our lives.

He kept telling me I was useless and made me clean the whole house just so that he could see my worth, he wanted me to be perfect.

It broke me even more knowing that I had no one to turn to. With a dead mother and an alcoholic father, it felt as if I never knew them.

All of the sudden I felt a sharp pain from the side of my face that was facing my father. I hissed in pain and looked at him, he glared his eyes at me and I could see he was angry.

"When I talk to you, you should respond right away!" He screamed at me and i cowardly nobbed at him.

I was so focused on my thoughts that I didn't even hear what he said the first time. I didn't even notice that the truck had stopped in front of a house.

He got out of the truck and I followed his actions the only difference was that I was holding the side of my face that he recently just slapped.

This is what I meant by my life never being the same. It started with words telling me that I was worthless and that I needed to be perfect but then it escalated quickly, becoming physical.