Suppressed Pain
Enola pushed her mother aside as she was also wasted she could not have the energy to stop her daughter held him by his collar and threw him out of her house. The boy just laughed, flying a kiss to her mother, and left from there. Enola shut the door and looked at her mom was struggling to get up only to pass out on the floor.
She was crying for her cruel fate seeing her mother get wasted completely on the floor and worse when her father was sitting in the garden having his garden party with liquor bottles and with their one of their maid who was practically now cursing her fate to work for her home.
She closed her eyes, brunt with all her tears she again picked up her bags and went straight to her father and smashed all of those bottles at once and screamed at the top of her lungs. Horrified the maid got away from there as her father just stared at her and then started cursing
"You piece of worthless blood of mine what have you done"
He bent down and started collecting all the pieces from the ground.
"Even your entire self can be sold with these bottles and you broke them."
Enola fell on her knee not wanting to bear any pain anymore, how much she wanted to disappear from this hell. The maid came running towards her and held her.
"It's ok Enola. Let's go inside. I am taking care of all the mess here don't worry."
She made her Enola stand on her feet and take her inside of the house.
Enola was having a warm shower. Stiffed under the fountain not wanting to get out of the bathroom anymore. Her mother, who was supposed to handle her all ups and downs here only is bringing her life into hell over and over again. Fathers are the shield of a family here she had to shield her family from his abruptness.
All the drama she has been enduring, since then, when she was not even aware of her own self. She was just a child. At the age where everyone plays with their toys, her life got toyed up every single day. Tears are running down her cheeks. Remembering the day when she saw her mother sharing a bed with a teenage boy. She was terrified not understanding what was going on. Her father's carelessness. Everyday fights of their parents. Having parties every day even that night when she had a high fever and the little girl was crying for her mom and dad but they were busy dancing and partying all night and did not even bother to look after her, pitying her their workers had to take the initiative for calling the doctor for her treatment.
Her life turned little mannered when for sometimes her Nana(Grandma) and grandpa came and stayed with her. They helped her to grow up. For a moment she thought now she would have a family also. But one day she came home from school and they left for their hometown as they had their own life too. She kept her hope that maybe her family won't be ruined again but how wrong she was.
She cried up more remembering all of them. Why does she have to suffer this much? The sharp two-edged blade she was holding in her palm, and was looking at that deeply, how her heart was too tired to process anything and wanted to dig that into her skin but her mind was still rational. She has to live for herself, she has her dreams and has to achieve them one day. She cast away the dagger on the bathroom floor and stayed quiet under the shower numbing her every feeling even for some hours.
"The portion of pain I am consuming is killing my soul and tearing up my existence suppressing those feeling I am dying to let out "
she just folded her legs on her chest and let the water fade her pain even for a moment
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Puffing a cigarette in his left hand, he was engaged scrolling through the university news portal. His eyes were desperately searching for a piece of specific news. This is the 10 times max he is wasting his time on this portal but in return, he is getting no such news for his convenience. His assistant Austin sighed who was standing next to him and observing his every movement.
"Boss I told you there is no use searching for it, and on top of that I found out there is no boy named Ryan."
Damien heard him speaking and stopped in his tracks.
"It's been 2 years since that incident and according to the police he had flown away from university on that very day when he murdered Mis....."
Before he can finish his words Damien stands up from his seat and looks at him as if he was about to cut his tongue in a second.
"I don't care how many connections you have to put up with just find Ryan as soon as possible. I won't be sleeping peacefully until I kill that bastard with my own hands."
He whispered calmly but only Ryan knew from inside how many battles he was fighting against his own self.
"I will boss, I have found out the last location where he stayed."
" He deserves more than just a mere death, and he will receive it".
Damien looked at him both of the men were holding something. They both know each other pain. Both of their eyes were readable to them. Damien nodded and that made Austin leave him alone.
After he left Damien crushed that half-burnt cigarette on his feet. He looked outside of the window before closing his eyes and inhaling a sharp breath. Those painful memories, the reasons for his many sleepless nights flushed before his closed eyes. He fisted his palm as the sweat formed on his forehead, those muffled screams he failed to protect were terribly hitting his cold beating heart. He shot open his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot. Anger, pain, agony everything was reflected in those bloodshot eyes. He was passing his days and nights only with one motive to kill him. Kind of death nature had buried in its existence from eternity. His breathing dead body only wants revenge. Where he will write his destiny with cruelty.
Holding the liquor bottle, he poured a glass for him and directly went to his bathroom. He removes his clothes one by one and relaxes himself on the tub. The water was heart-numbing cold water. He closed his eyes holding the glass of wine and even for a second he escaped the hustles of this shitty world.
"Your luck is way too much fortunate Ryan" he smirked
"But Fate plays on its own. I will give you that death, that your skin will scream, burn your every bone so that even your pain will be screaming for being a part of you"
He gripped the glass hardly causing the glass to be broken in pieces and pricked those broken parts on his hand. He smiled like a maniac seeing the blood dropping on the floor as if he did not hurt himself but rather punished a cruel animal who was harmful to him.
His laugh echoed every wall of the bathroom taking out the suppressed pain he was consuming till now.
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The thunder in the winter morning is not something very usual. The weather turned suddenly crazy. Heavy rain started pouring adding more cold to the already cold season. People were struggling with their windows as the blow was super powerful, some were enjoying the sudden rain with their family and friends, with some coffee and snacks in the early morning. Some are cursing as it ruined their plan of outing. The morning turned chaotic even the gloominess of rain failed to spread its darkness.
Enola was in her deep slumber. Yet she could sense what was happening in her colony but was not very interested to witness. She does not want to give an evil eye to those happy people who were enjoying her part of happiness. She did smile at her thoughts. She stares longingly at her ceiling how lonely she is, how her life is not as usual as others, how she just wants to live a happy normal life with sane parents. A slight tear rolled down from the corner of her eyes which she wiped hastily not wanting to shed her tears in the very morning. She was indulged in her thoughts when suddenly
a loud noise of roaring thunder, almost breaking the window of her room shocked her dear life and in a matter of seconds she got up from her sleep. She sighed and placed her hand on her heart to check if it is still beating or not. Whom she is kidding with, her life is imperturbable not going to die easily. She scoffed and get up from her bed to lock the window so that she can sleep again. No way she is leaving her room today to attend the boring lessons.