Tears dropped down my cheeks as I raised my shirt up the next morning . The pain is slowly creeping inside . I try to muffle my sobs and get up . Each movement triggers pain on my leg and stomach but I still move. Determined to climb downstairs into my parents room and talk to them about Zara's behaviour last night, how she hit me and treated me so that today I had visible bruises around my body .
I was just about to open the door when a hand grabbed my chest and another covered my mouth . I tried to call for help but it was no use . So much had I struggled to get down the flight of stairs with all that pain in my stomach and leg and now, my capturer was dragging me up . I was thrown into zara's room without mercy and a kick landed on my stomach before I growled out of pain . She dropped on her knees beside me and started sobbing. " I am sorry about last night , very very but you should be too after all , it was your fault . You shouldn't have had sneaked up into my room to just disturb me . I was minding my bussiness even you should have . Now you need to learn hermana, if you do something bad you get punished, disiplined . And even telling mom and daddy will do you no good . Those will result in getting you hit more and even more severly .This is my rules and if you break then then " she made a tsk tsk sound with her mouth .
"Punishmets"
