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CHAPTER 2:THE STORY OF MY LIFE

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Noras POV

After another series of severe beating due to Maxs drunken state I return from the basement with blood dripping from my head and nose. He seems to have been drinking more frequently these days. Struggling to walk, I grabbed anything I could use as a support which in this case was the sorry excuse for a wall in the hallway. Though it was painful I finally crawled my way to the kitchen. I held the kitchen counter as a support while I reached for a bottle of spirit and some cotton from the upper cupboard to clean my bruises. The bottle was almost empty as this is the 5th time I had needed to use it this week.

What are you doing there get the f**k out Drunk Max shouted while staggering his way to the kitchen.

Not wanting him to get any closer to me knowing fully well what the consequences were I tried walking as fast as I could to my room but I was too weak and fell, I decided to crawl my way to the room but I wasnt fast enough as Max caught up to me and I felt a sudden sharp pain on my ass. He had kicked me making me fall on my face. With his left hand he lifted me from my neck and pinned me to the wall. As Max looked at me I could feel the hatred for me radiating from his body and with such hatred he slapped me hard across the face which I was sure left a mark on my face.

G-getto yoouurrr room and d-dont you dare leave until I-I ask you to I didnt dare reply neither did I even look at his face instead I stared at the floor and nodded. I always cower away from him and I hate it.

Ooh yes get ready for your pre-birthday present tomorrow you will the main shocker he said putting on a mischievous smile, showing his white teeth. I hate to admit but even though he is an asshole sent from hell, he is good looking.

My birthday was coming up in the next two days and I will be turning eighteen, ever since my grandparents died which was years ago this will be the first time I will be having anything for my birthday. On a normal day he would beat me more because it was a reminder of the day I was born and his life was ruined, according to him.

I made my way upstairs with much struggle and sat on my bed, cleaning the surface of my injury with the spirit I got from the kitchen so it wouldnt get infected. I should probably be a nurse by now because I pretty much know how to treat every and any injury. Thinking about how my life was all better before my mama and dada died and left me in this world to suffer in the hands of Max.

Max has always hated me even before Mama and Dadas death but I never really noticed probably because I was just eight but after their death he keeps on reminding me that I caused their death and our misfortune. I never argued about that cause if I hadnt forced them to come to a school play when it was raining it would have never happened.

Before granny and grandpa died, I had little joy, they will always try their best to prevent me from Maxs torture but now that they were gone he had full custody over me, he tells me when to walk and when not to, Im not even allowed a phone or even friends.

I used to have a friend when back in college but once she visited Max beat both of us up and since then I havent heard from her. When you have a life like mine you pray for death instead of praying against it because there isnt even a point of me living except to serve as Max personal punching bag.

I have being looking for the perfect time to ask Max if I can start college because I had a good high school result and I was sure any school would want to have me as a student but the only problem is Max might not even want me to go since it had being two years since I graduated.

Not knowing any other thing to do I grabbed a pen and a new book I had being working on, The story of my life. I was writing this because I knew one day he would successfully kill me and there will be no prove he did it because he might even tell them I committed suicide but if the police go through my stuff and read my book they will know who did it, then he will be arrested and maybe, just maybe my book would be published.

Nora, get the f**k down here and make me some pancakes and something hot to drink Max yelled just when I was about to take a nap.

I knew he didnt like being delayed and if he was I will be punished, I made my way to the kitchen, thankfully on time. I started working my magic on the frying pan, all which I learnt from Granny. Apart from writing cooking was another way I take my mind of everything but Max found a way to take the fun out of it.

In no time I was done making the pancake and a cup of hot tea, I started leaping to the living room carefully not to drop it. I placed his food on side table beside him but as it was about to rest on the table my weak hands almost gave up on me and it wobbled a bit causing some of the tea to spill on the table. Now I was f****d. Picking the hot tea, Max poured it on me; it seeped through my cloth deep into my skin burning it. Avoiding his eyes and looking down at the floor instead I tried holding back my tears.

Are you hurt? Does it burn? You feel like crying? Thats how I felt when you killed them, he stated showing no emotions.

I didnt have to be told so I got a mop and cleaned up the brown liquid that dripped on the floor. When I was done, he instructed me to get another cup of tea for him which I did.

I made my way back up to my room and had a shower; looking at my bare body I stared at the new scar I have being giving. I finished bathing I put up a short gown after which I cried myself to sleep due the pain I felt all over my body.

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