The Doctor's Sadistic Heart

Prologue

Here 's what I think...... Bad luck. Where was even the time I got the perfect day for one year? Turns out there is no possibility that I'll ever reach that. Because you see, my mom died after giving birth to me and that kinda triggered my dad who began to blame me for mom's death. My dad became unstable and keeps on bringing booze and sulks with them on his room. Sometimes he would throw those at me if I don't sleep early when I was about maybe.... 4 or 5?but that doesn't matter

When I was 6,my dad remarried again to a woman or who I call "stripper"like it was obvious that dad found her at a bar. You know why, those boobs ain't from heaven. When dad's around the house, she would act all weak and powerless trying to let dad show mercy around her.  And when dad comes out of the house for work, she would give me countless of chores that were too much for me. She would  reason out that she also has chores to do at their room. I wish I could give that woman an award, no, wait!Two awards!

Best on bouncing with a man
award

Scroller of phone of the year award

If I did something that made her angry because there are still spots lying at house, she would cry at dad's tired feet and trying  to look sexy, wearing a small nightgown that exposes her cleavage,  making dad excited and puts me on the basement. Above the basement was their room when I would try to sleep with rice sacks, I could clearly hear their moans which are music to their ears. It was painful to hear them so happy when I didn't even got a blanket or a pillow. I could also hear the bed moving, that I felt pity for the bed, like promise me the bed is having the worse day than me.

When I was 8,Dad got fired to his job because of his tardiness. Well, what do you expect a man after a long game with a slut. Still, dad blamed me for not preparing breakfast early. For stripper, she sulked on her room desperate......... of money. Instead of sexy rounds , I got arguing nights. It was way more worse than those rounds. But at least I have a new bedroom. Oh, I could smell the fragrance of detergent and dirty underwear. Stripper kept on shouting to dad with the same details every night. She kept on shouting that the money that dad gives her was not enough to buy designer bags and clothes anymore. Her friends doesn't even want to take her with them when they party on VIP places because she couldn't afford some tickets anymore. Well, I so felt satisfied because of her condition today but also I felt so hopeless of my condition. With dad no money, how am I supposed to finish elementary?

Since dad wouldn't mind if I'm alive or not,I decided to get little jobs from the neighborhood to pay tuitions and sometimes new clothes. Dad was desperate and decided to do what he wanted to do.......... sulk to the room...again. When dad staying at the room, no money, stripper would trick me on doing chores from the neighborhood and give her the money for safekeeping.

Little did I know, she used them on going to places with another man and that man is a CEO of a company who is rich.  When dad went outside of the house to go drinking with his friends, stripper would let him inside to do touchy touchy with her. I couldn't stay in our house because of that guy too.

Whenever I went home early after school, he would tell me to sit besides him and let him take of my long stockings. But I knew that the old man had interest on me. It was freakin' obvious when he would insert his hand on my panties underneath my skirt. That day made my whole life dark. I felt cold and blank, it made me blind around the things I see. He talked innocent and kind to me but why did he threaten me? It was way worse than the actions stripper did to me. It made me ask millions of questions but I had no one to turn to so I kept it a secret. But I wish I shouldn't have kept it. The more deep I keep it, the more violent and sexual he becomes. One day,he decided to take me by bridal to stripper and dad's room.

I wanted him to stop, I wanted him to leave but he covered my mouth and threw me to the bed. I wanted to run, but he grabbed my feet and started to put a finger on his mouth

                  

                    BE QUIET

How foolish to waste my time on crying not on fighting back. I couldn't feel anything anymore when he started to unbutton my uniform. I thought "this might be the end, what did I do in my life to make it horrible? Was it really true that I was the reason, mom died? If only I died as a womb then mom would be still alive today.

"SIR, PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR! LEAVE THE CHILD ALONE OR I'LL SHOOT! " I suddenly heard a deep voice. A man with a blue hat that had a gold thing in it, shined at my eyes. I couldn't see who it was because of the blurry, tired eyes I had, So I decided to give up. When I opened my eyes, I saw a bright light. I couldn't move my body nor my head. "Am I in heaven?" As I said weakily. I looked at the light and suddenly heard a blurred conversation  "God, Jesus? Is that you? "A tear dropped in my eye, wanting to hug Them. "Please, what did I do wrong to make them angry? Did I make you sad? Angry too? I only want everyone to be happy, but why does everyone cry, when I came here?"

"I'm sorry, but Heaven says you got a stepmom and a dad to beat first ". I was suddenly woke by a familiar voice. It was the man that shouted at stripper's boyfriend. "Who are you, mister?"I questioned weakily. My voice was barely heard and my lips were dry. But he could hear my weak voice because of the silent room we were in. But before he could move his mouth , the door opened wide to reveal a man with white coat a papers organized held by his hands.

"Doc, how is she? "
 

"She's fine, she just needs rest and I prescribed this antibiotics for her"

There I realized I was in a hospital. I could hear the water drip from a plastic container that was attached on my hand.

"What's your name, sir?"

"Peter. Peter Grayson "

"Your child 's name, sir? "

"Oh, uhh.... She's not my child, I'm still 17,police in training"

I stood by trying to hold my muscle.

"I-I'm Emma Alexis"

I looked at them, trying not to cry, wishing that they wouldn't return me to the house. I sweated and tried not to fall down. I gripped the blanket with two of my hands, also sweating.

The man looked at his watch and sighed. He began to stand up and walked towards the door. But before he could even reach for the knob, I spoke this words. "Please, don't leave me, mister. I'm sorry if I made you angry but I really want to talk with you... I don't have someone to talk to"

Silence broke into the room. He stopped and suddenly returned to his seat. "What do you mean, you dont have someone to talk to? What about your friends? "

"I don't have friends"then I finally let go of my tears and hid under the blanket. "Hey, you don't have to cry, you know". He opened up the blanket, smiling. "You  know,if you waste your tears because today's a bad day, remember, there's another one coming tomorrow! ". Seeing that smile lit up my entire world. He shed my tear, using his finger.

"Don't cry,I'm here! so that you will have someone to talk with"

                 "Thank you"

"In fact, you will have someone who you can talk and someone who can be trusted for the rest of your life"

He smiled and I suddenly felt light guiding me the right way. I hugged him tightly and started to cry tears of joy.

        "Thank you so much!!!"

"You dont have to say thank you to your new father,Emma Grayson... Now, I told you to stop crying, its a waste of water "