Fated

Chapter 1

I was asleep when someone opened the door of my room. I opened my eyes slowly trying to adjust to the darkness as I was still drowsy.

He approached the bed slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked my cheek tenderly. I could feel his hot breath on my face while he leaned down to kiss me. His lips gently brushed my forehead. I smiled shyly and closed my eyes slowly as I got back to sleep. He was about to leave when suddenly with both hands he grabbed my neck and choke me.

I opened my eyes thinking that it was a nightmare but his gaze struck me down and brought me back to reality. I didn't understand what was going on. How the same eyes, which once were filled with love and admiration for me, was no more than hatred, contempt and disgust.

I couldn't accept what was going on. Was it a dream? Why was he looking at me like I was some kind of monster?  Had I done something wrong? I flinched at the thought of him trying to kill me. A tear threatened to fall down my face. I tried to get up from the bed so that I could escape but his body was pressing me down. He was too strong for me. I screamed my lungs out for help. May be someone would hear me and would come to my rescue.

“SHUT THE F*** UP” he yelled at me. His voice was full of rage and venom. He never yelled at me like this before. My body trembled with fear. He squeezed my neck harder and I whimpered from the pain. Tears started to flow from my eyes. It became difficult for me to breathe and I was coughing due to the lack of air in my lungs. I struggled and fought back vigorously. I did not want to die. I tried to pull his hair and clawed his face, digging my nails in his skin. I did not realise that his face was bleeding till one drop fell on my cheek. He glared at me with cold eyes. “HOW DARE YOU LITTLE b***h?” he yelled at top of his lungs. He slapped me really hard. My nose oozed blood and I was terrified.

 Realising that there was no issue for me I resigned myself. I was no longer able to fight him back. It was countless. I felt dizzy and my vision was blurred. As my last breaths were leaving my body, I begged him “please stop”. It was in vain. My limbs felt weak as the darkness slowly engulfed me. Maybe It was my fate.

I woke up in tears and my body was shaking violently. It was that bloody nightmare again. 15 years already that my nights were haunted like this. Somehow I was relieved that it was just a nightmare but though it happened when I was only ten. That night scarred me for the rest of my life. Memories of that night flooded my head. “Why did you do that?” I whispered with a shaky voice. My lips were quivering. I squeezed my knees tightly as my tears kept falling. My hands and knees were red. My nightie was wet and stuck to my skin and I was sweating though it was a cold night. I was a complete mess. I could still see his eyes filled with hatred for me and I couldn’t take it anymore. “NO, NO….” I hollered to myself. My tears soon turned into screams. Cries of pain and distress filled up the room. I grabbed my head with both hands and cry out all of my frustrations and anger. I had to let them out. They were silent killers. I was not able to bear anymore the pain of this night and it’s scars.