Why me !!!

◓◓◓ Aly ◓◓◓

I entered my home by thinking about that unknown handsome rude guy...

He indeed has left deep scars on my mind.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't even notice a pair of eyes were observing my every movement...

Suddenly a hand clutched onto my waist and pulled me towards its direction, and before I could even scream - my mouth was sealed by another hand...

I got scared,

and closed my eyes in fret and I tried to get out of there as early as possible...

The more I tried to get out, the harder that hand sits on my waist. That hand was pressing so hard on my waist that I think later it would leave some marks there.

Just then a familiar sound rang in my ears which made my blood freeze. I stood in my place “straight as dead” and completely stopped moving.

He was my worst nightmare, my wildest fear...... My stepmom's boyfriend Jackson.....

"Hey, baby girl. Why are you late? Do you want to be punished by me? you are such a naughty girl, Don't worry. I would happily fulfill that desire of yours." He whispered in my ears, sending a shiver down my spine.

My eyes welled up in frustration.

I fight to free myself from him but I couldn't.

His fingertips were slowly caressing my waist while slowly moving under my school shirt... And once his hand touched my bare waist I quivered and tried to disentangle myself from his touch.

He smiled being contented with the effect his touch just had on me.

I felt disgusted by myself. I grounded my teeth in defeat while a slip of tears leaves the corner of my eyes.

As a last effort to free me from his paws, I used all my strength to put a bite on the hand that was trying to cover my face.

He squawked in pain and loosened his grip around my waist.

He got angrier than before.

Grabbing this opportunity, I tried to get out of his hands.

But he was faster than me, he immediately grabbed me by my hair and put a hard slap me on my face.

The slapping force was so great that I fell to the ground.

As soon as my body touched the ground, I cried out in pain...

His turbulent eyes were more darker than I have ever seen. The glance in his eyes made me more frightened than I have ever been.

Before I could even try to get up again he ran up to me, and placed his foot on the palm of my hand and crushed it with all his strength. I squeaked in pain.

Before I could even move he was on top of me, straddling my body with his. He grabbed my both hands with one of his hands, and pulled them over my head.

Meanwhile, with his other hand, he has already pulled my shirt up, and rubbing the exposed skin around my stomach.

I was begging to God .. please save me, God... I was choking on my sobs.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. He panicked a bit and looked back at me.

Grabbing my jaw, He shot me a warning look motioned me to keep mum. I nodded my head. After giving a few more painful pinches he let go of my chin.

He got up and fixed his disheveled state and And proceeded towards the door, aiming to open it. While walking he turned his head again and again and gave me a warning look...

By seizing this opportunity, I ran up to my room and locked myself there.....

I cried a lot...my chick was swollen due to his slap... And the corner of my lip got torn because of his heavy slaps.

"why God!! why only me? " I demanded an answer for my sufferings.

"My mother died while giving birth to me..you have even snatched my father" I complained about the injustice done to me.

Jackson has always touched me improperly since I was a child...

Lots of time I tried to talk to my stepmom about his behaviors but I couldn't...

I decided that, the next day my first task would be to tell her everything when Jackson would not be at home.

I fell asleep on the ground while sobbing for long.

After about four hours.

My sleep broke as I heard the sound of my step-mother's voice - who was cursing me for no reason. Actually, I couldn't prepare dinner for tonight, maybe that's why she was cussing me in that way.

I heard a knock on my door. My stepmom has come to call me for dinner...

I clean myself and use some foundation on my cheek, and red lipstick on my lips to hide those wounds marks from my face, before going to eat under the sharp gaze of my step-mother.

My mother narrowed her eyes in disgust as I was too much dressed up only to come downstairs for dinner.

"You roam around all day pretending to be an attractive and youthful lady. And I work like a dog all day, bringing food for you" My stop-mother said while pinching my already sore cheeks, I squeaked in pain but bit my lower lips to keep the low screech stuck in the middle of my mouth.

I lowered my eyes to force back the tears which were about to rush out.

My stepmom kept cursing me, praying for my death, and too many things which I silently endured lowering my head.

My chest was bursting with pain. The pain I was holding was hitting my chest like a hammer. My eyes became blurred due to tears that welled in my eyes.

After done swallowing all the food on my plate with great difficulty, I ran back to my room.

As soon as my feet reached between the four walls of my room, I closed the door, and let all my sorrows flow through my eyes.

After crying for a long unknown period of time, I tried to sleep but I couldn't sleep at all...

Every sound was frightening me... My soul trembled even at the sound of the clock ticking.

I felt as if he would be back again.