Room 234's VIRGIN

58. Family Portrait

Someone wrote a comment that said they would delete this story from their library because I take too long to update. Excuse me?!!! I update everyday, every two days or every three days! Sometimes I Even do two chapters in a day. Even with my health issue and busy schedule. Most books on here don't till after a week, a month or even months! To the person who wrote that comment. If you are still reading this. Good bye and like Ariana said "I've got one less problem without you" Adios, Au revoir,farewell you 100% won't be missed.

Song: family portrait - Pink
...this was one of the songs that helped me through my childhood.
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"Keith!" I scream not wanting him to say more and wreck more damage.

"Please leave, I'm okay," I plead. He looks at me then at Lexis and reluctantly leaves.

"Hera your abusive dad got released from prison?" He asks.

"How did you know? That he got out?" I ask.

"I overheard you yesterday...is that why you fainted?" He asks.

Or course he heard I was stupid enough to have it on speaker phone. A bad habit of mine that needed to stop.

"Hera are you going to tell me what's happening or do I need to call an investigator?" He says.

       I sigh. I'd rather he hear it from me than find out from a paper or another's mouth. I needed to see his first reaction to gauge his feelings if he'd leave me, if he'd blame me or if...if he'd stay. Making a decision I wrap my arms together in a ball and start.

"Everything was normal we were like every other family growing together. Till one day everything changed. I was in the bathroom the first time. My mum ran in and told me to keep bathing and so I did wondering why she was in the bathroom. Seconds later the man you called my dad came in and started hitting her in the bath tub. One punch, 2 punches, 3 punches, they kept coming and I kept screaming for him to stop. After being satisfied he left but my dear mother, the strong woman smiled at me and kissed me saying "don't worry, keep bathing" like she did while being punched. She was bedridden sick for over two weeks in which I found out this was not the first time he'd laid hands upon her. It's just the first I witnessed. It was like my beautiful glass home was taken and broken in front of my very eyes. My perfect family wasn't so perfect. We were living a movie cleverly directed by my dad. We the cast, had the scripts handed to us as we went by but the outside world never saw behind the scenes and thought all was well believing the smiles and loving the Angel they saw in my dad. A role he played perfectly before releasing his inner demons to us," I chuckle as the tears role down.

"I was 7 when I first witnessed it. My mind started reeling to times my mum would say she got into an accident, times she'd be crawling unable to walk in pain. Times she was in drips with a nurse at home locked in her room. Was it really all she said or did he do that to her? The man I called best friend and dad was a monster. He no longer looked like an angel. His true image had been revealed and he started being the same to me. Using words to tear at my self esteem. Telling me how ugly I looked, how I was a curse to the world, how I needed to cover up my body in clothes that hid everything because my body was monstrous, how my existence was a sin. He hurt me with words and physical acts. He'd try to poison my mum and I slowly but on finding out we started hiding our meals in the room, he'd find a way in and do something else," I say in between tears.

"It got so bad we stopped eating at home. Can you imagine that? Your own dad trying to kill you," I scoff.

"Why didn't you leave?" He asks.

"We tried countless times but he always found us. Till one day, after revealing my story to my friends at school, I was made fun off," I say as I remember the memory.