In the deep

Chapter 2~Scar

"Yes, father" I trembled for I did not know what I had done today.

"Who was that boy? "

"What boy?"

"The one that had his hands all over you. You stood there and flirted. You couldn't tell the devil to get behind you?!" He bellowed.

"Father, his hands were not all over me." I protested and saw Debby creeping out of our well-furnished sitting room. I looked around the four, white-colored walls and pleaded for dad's sister to just come in and save me.

Mother was still at the church and I was dead meat tonight. I glanced at the round black clock above the curved, flat screened TV on the wall.

Mom was not close to coming back.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and took a step back.

"What did I tell you about boys?"

"You said they are deceivers and only want to get in my pants."

"Oh, so you remember? I'm going to teach you a lesson." He walked towards me and I took a few steps back, pleading to my father who didn't listen like his ears had been blocked with two fat cotton balls of wool.

I fell on the glass table and broke it.

Badluck!

My father glared at me because he so much treasured the now broken glass table. He clutched my wrist and threw my bag on the black sofa.

I was pulled into the kitchen. He sat me down on a wooden chair.

"Spare the rod and spoil the child." He muttered. "I will not lose you to the devil Hephzibah."

He took a spoon and placed it on the stove. My heart sank into my stomach and I got sweaty.

"Please," I begged, crying my eyes out.

Debby stepped into our large yellow kitchen to help me beg our father, but he asked her to go to her room. He threatened to punish her instead so she left.

Traitor.

He placed the spoon in the burning flame. My stomach tied itself into knots and I prayed for the Lord to make me have a blackout.

"Pull off your gown."

"Father-"

"Pull off your gown!"

I pulled it off and was standing in my pink bra and black panties. I was too afraid to even get ashamed that I was not fully clothed in front of my dad.

"Next time, when a boy wants to flirt, tell him you have Jesus. When he wants to touch your waist tell him your body is the temple of the Lord." He walked slowly towards me with hard sea blue eyes. I begged him like never before.

Father placed the hot spoon on my waist, earning screams of pain from me. I fell to the ground and nursed the place he placed the spoon on.

"Please, father. I'll never disobey you and talk to boys anymore."

My father gave me deaf ears and came back with the spoon he just heated. He placed it on me again and did this like three times before letting me go.

"Shut your mouth up. Your wailing is earsore."

I covered my mouth with my free palm and cried on the kitchen floor.

"Hello?" Creepy eyes waved her hands in front of me, but I grabbed my towel and ran out of the shower. "My name is Evelyn!" She yelled.

I ran as fast as my weary feet could.

The scar was given to me by my father simply because I let Blake hold my waist. My eyes didn't sight father around so how he saw us was still a mystery to me. I wasn't doing anything serious with him, we were just conversing and he playfully held my waist.

After burning me with a spoon, my father embarrassed Blake in front of the whole church. I was embarrassed to stupor when they called us to climb the pulpit and started preaching about lust and fornication. The women looked at me with scornful eyes that were piercing into my soul.

Blake stopped talking to me, he said he had never been so disgraced in his entire life. I tried to make him understand, but he just cut everything off.

Shutting our room door behind me, I placed my back on the wall, on the left-hand side of the door with my eyes closed and my hands clutched my towel in front of my chest. My baby blonde hair dripped water down my shoulders.

"Are you ok?" Debby asked with swollen sea-blue eyes that looked like she just woke up from sleep.

"I'm fine," I assured her, applying some cream to my body.

"You've not been the cheerful sister I used to have since we came." She blinked her eyes that looked exactly like dads.

"I'm still trying to adjust, I hate this place. Someone crept up on me in the bathroom." I agonized while putting on a black, body hug gown with spaghetti hands.

It was long, down to my ankles but I could raise it to my knee and it'd look like it was made that way.

"Aww, I understand how you feel because I hate it here too."

"You seem fine like it was your idea for us to come here."

"Cmon, sis. We just have to adapt to the new changes in our life. We can't keep sulking at the fact that we're here, if not we'll miss out on all the fun about to come our way." She flashed me a tight-lipped smile and continued. "In life, things don't always go the way we plan. I know very soon you'd adjust and everything and one in this school would love you."

Smiling at her, I put on my Jean jacket to cover the tiny spaghetti hands and shield myself from cold.

"Everyone will notice your beautiful eyes and I bet you're the only one with this kind of blue."

Debby soothed me, making me feel better.

"Stop trying to sound sensible." I teased and watched her blow raspberries before going to the bathroom.