Trigger: physical abuse
Agnes pov:
I am very happy because I got my first job. I decided to treat myself to two burgers instead of one that I usually eat. Funny right, I know.
I should get new clothes tomorrow since I was not informed if there will be a uniform or not. But there should be since it is an high class hotel. Anyway I should get new clothes since my clothes are like rags anyway.
I took my bath and wore my tattered pyjamas.
I switched off all the lights in the apartment and went to sleep. I don't know why but I could not move in my sleep and I was pulled into a dream or a memory that was buried deep in my heart. My heart started pounding and my ears were ringing. I could not move, I could not get out of that bad dream.
The dream was about when the abuse started. Two weeks after my mother died ,my father came home with his eyes looking dull. There was no light in them, then suddenly those eyes went crazy when he saw me.
He threw a nearby chair at me, which I narrowly escaped from.
I was shocked. I did nothing wrong, why did he suddenly go crazy. Before I could run out through the door and call for help, he suddenly grabbed my leg. I was still small, I could not ran faster than a grown man.
I wanted to shout but he held me mouth and looked at me with crazy eyes. He unbuckled his belt, then he started beating me with it. I tried pleading with my eyes for him to stop but it had the opposite effect. The beating intensified, I felt pains through my body. How could he do this to his biological daughter I thought.
Then later, he seems not to be satisfied with the way I was looking at him. So he bounded me to a chair and cover my mouth and face with a cloth. Then the beating kept coming until I finally blacked out.
I woke the next morning, still in the dream, feeling all tired and weak. I was just a little girl. My eyes were still blindfolded. Then suddenly they were removed, the light was too bright. I had to close my eyes for a moment, then slowly opened them to adapt.
I saw my wicked father in front of me and I felt like doing something bad to him but I was a weak and small girl, and I don't have the courage to do something bad.
That man only removed the blindfolded and unbounded me because he was hungry and wanted me to cook something for him.
He also threatened to kill me if I told anyone.
Even though he was not really nice to me when my mother was still alive, did he have to change this much.
I went to cook for him, or else i would suffer more beating which I did not want. I was contemplating whether or not I should poison his food but I did not have the courage to do so.
After he finished his food and went to church,I went to one of our neighbours who I thought I could confide in but that was a very foolish mistake.
The woman had so much trust in the man I call a father and didn't believe me and thought I was hallucinating. I begged her not to tell my father but she did.
And I received another round of beating until I blacked out.