Not A Stranger to Pain

Chapter 6

Philip exited the hospital ,he was determined to see Abigail rot and shrivel like she deserved even if she received her sentence ,her life in prison wouldn't be a happy one would it. He let out a sigh as he glided past the doors of the hospital only to be greeted by the hot sweltering summer air.

"Aaagrh" he exclaimed why couldn't things go well for him. How he loathed the summer air and the season it self for it was so humid that one would think they lived in a desert . like a determined man he was  he took off in his car starting his journey home.

When he reached home the emptiness in it made him feel so hollow inside like the bottomless pit. Who would have known that being alone in his home would be so daunting.

He got Liz necessities and called his lawyer before he went back to the hospital. He and his lawyer dug through Abigail's past so that it would be hard for her to ever see the daylight and if she succeeded to get out they could always resort to poisoning or a roadside accident.

A few days later Chara was discharged she was a little bit saddened by that because she was receiving so much attention from her parents. The balloons, the food all of that she had never known until she was in the hospital bed. Especially the attention she basked in it , made use of it for she didn't know when next she would receive it.

She felt a little bit bad for her wishful thinking, she wanted to stay a little bit more in the hospital, but what could she do if that was the only time she could have her parents unduly affection.

To think that the hospital had tasty food she wanted to stay in. To her the food was amazing than the bland food she would be given by Abigail. At times she was made to grovel for the food that was rightfully hers to eat.

This other time she was made to kiss her butt just for food and she did it what else could she do.

Her fragile ,skeleton like being had begun to grow flesh, her past affliction seemed to be a thing of the past for her body had recovered from the harsh brutality administered to her by her foe.

She sat on her bed humming oh what a dreamy voice she had . Maybe one day she could become a singer she thought.

In came her Mother she called out to Chara "I have brought you your food.

You should eat and get your energy" .Chara felt thankful for this moment she had never spent much time with her mother . At times it was as if she was living with a stranger .

That equaled to trouble as the two barely got along as a result of this.

Chara often wondered why she was not doted on like how little girls her age seemed to be treated by their mothers at church. That
created a deep longing inside of her.

She often prayed that one day that would be her dressed in the elegant dress with her mother showering her with kisses but she barely got a hug.

She was puzzled at most , she couldn't see the reason why she was treated differently. Was it her fault she often wondered some of this weight on her shoulder a little girl should have never borne.

Her mother fed her and left her to her own devices. How she craved for that mother's touch but never received. The hope for a better future was slowly dissipating. If only she had received that love maybe she would grow to be that joyous kid again.

The joy she had once filled the house with came and left as if it never had existed. It was extinct as those old tales of what had once roamed on this cold and unforgiving earth.
Her lonesome heart grew tired of her room and off she fled to watch cartoons atleast that would make her laugh for some time.