The Legal Kills {ON HOLD}

Prologue

*Flashback*

9 years ago

"She has a minor concussion and a bruised rib along with a few blood clots near her hip bone and on thighs. How bad was the fall?" asked the middle-aged doctor who was examining me this time.

My dad simply stared at me before he said, "It wasn't that bad, she just tripped on the staircase. It happens all the time with her. She doesn't look where she walks."

I just kept my head down looking at my hands as if they were the most interesting things.

The doctor looked at me with sympathy in his eyes and said in a very kind voice, " You have to take care honey, it could have been worse." and then he looked at my dad, "I will prescribe some medicines and painkillers. She has to take them on a timely basis to prevent any further swelling. If she has any headaches or dizziness, then she will have to come to the hospital immediately."

My dad nodded and spared me a brief glance.

After buying the medicines we walked outside the hospital building towards the parking lot where our Honda CR-V was parked.

He kept throwing me glances, throughout the ride, but I managed to ignore all of them and kept staring through the window shield not registering anything.

On reaching our big two-story house, my dad pulled the car to stop and fully turned towards me.

I knew what was coming.

"See how easy that was? You didn't have to do anything, you didn't even have to say anything, be like the good girl you were today and you will get your rewards," he said with a smirk on his face as if he had achieved something big, but I knew what he meant by rewards.

In other words, it meant getting dinner in the evenings, which I hardly ever get.

The bloody bastard.

I turned towards him and stared at him with blank, emotionless eyes, he rolled his eyes and got out of the car with me following closely behind.

Once we were inside, my mom strolled out the kitchen she looked at me then at my dad and asked "Is it done?"

On receiving his nod she got hold of my wrist in a vice grip and pulled me downstairs.

I knew where this was going too, so I started screaming, trying to pull my hand out of her painful grip but none of it ever worked.

According to me, it was always worth a try.

I heard myself screaming, "You are a monster! I hate you!!" She simply ignored me and pull me towards the basement and locked the door behind her.

What this meant was that I wasn't getting my dinner again. 

Despite his 'rewards' talk, I was still going to starve because they had to take me to the hospital and waste their money but what they never understood was that it was always their fault I went to that shithole I so despised in the first place.

I sighed, sat down beside the door, and stared at the wall like I always did when these two monsters, I so lovingly was supposed to call my 'parents', pushed and locked me into this small grey walled basement with just one flickering bulb and a hard bed to sleep on.

There was a small can of water on one corner and a shitty bathroom on the other.

A few minutes or maybe a few hours later, the door's lower slit opened and a brown packet was pushed inside.

Maybe my medicines.

Just then an unmistakeable shrilly voice of my witch of a mother came through. "Take these, kid." she said sternly with no hint of emotion in her voice but again did I really expect her to feel any?

Mmm...No 

"You will need them before the next time."

Next time?

With that, I felt my temper rise like a tide but like always I clamped the lid on it.

Losing my temper wasn't going to get me anywhere.

I didn't bother replying and I didn't think she needed one anyway since she was already walking away from the door.

I didn't know how much more of this I could endure, how many more days I would live like this but even at such a young age, I knew I had no one and nothing to go to.

So now I just had to wait long enough to have enough money and support to go far away from here, and only come back when I was prepared to take my revenge for all this.

Just a few more years, that's all.

A few years!.

I took the medicines, lay on the hard as shit bed and closed my eyes, and drifted off into a fitful slumber.

•••••••

I jostle awake at the sound of someone opening my door.

For two days, I have stared at nothing, got tasteless oats as meals and one bottle of water for one whole day. 

Disgusting.

That's the first thought that enters my mind as I see my dad enter with a belt.

My heart starts beating faster, beads of sweat form on my forehead, my mouth goes dry and panic floods my body.

No matter how many times I go through this, the fear never seems to leave my body.

Every time I face this situation, I freeze, helpless as always, unable to retaliate.

He walks towards me, slightly swaying.

Drunk.

"You know I have always hated you? Was it my fault that your filthy whore of a family died? Was it my faul-" He continues speaking in a slurred yet aggressive tone but I learned that blocking out this stuff, it is the wisest thing to do.

He continues blabbering for a few more minutes before he raises his belt.

I close my eyes tightly, my body tense with fear, and when I feel the burn of the lash, I try uselessly to block out the pain-

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