Chapter One
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Ever since i was born my father always kept me on a tight leash, even on the family estate I was never allowed to stray too far from him or the strange men who followed me everywhere. Even when I played in the garden, they watched with strange technology in their ears and rigid postures. I later learned that they were security tasked with protecting me.My dad apparently had enemies in his profession.I wasn't sure what that was either but he made a lot of money. My mother and I lived under luxury in Cove Island.
Today, I just wanted some privacy, i've been followed around all day since I got back from kindergarten earlier. The only time i've been left to myself when I had to use the bathroom. I strayed a little too far from the garden while my guard was speaking on the phone. Probably my father.The property was large and I was young. I walked through the trees and suddenly, I didn't know where i was. I walked down the path slowly and large trees surrounded me on both sides. The towered over my small frame and leaves got stuck in my strawberry blond hair.
Where am I? What place is this?
I came across a small cabin in the woods. This house was nowhere near as big as my own and it was made of woods, not brick and stone. I knocked the door but since i got no reply i let myself in. The living room area was furnished in comfortable looking couches covered in soft blankets. A small tv sat in the corner and there was a bookshelf beside it. To the right was a smaller kitchen area with a hallway to the left.
"Who is there?" a feminine voice called out and a woman emerged from the back hallway. Her hair and eyes were dark but her face was soft and kind. I immediate drew the lines of comparison between her and my mother. Mother's face was angled and her blue eyes were always narrowed, always studying me. This woman's eyes locked on me and softened I immediately liked her.
"What are you doing here darling?"
"I got lost", i said in a soft voice. " Your father must be worried sick!"
I must have visibly flinched because the woman turned to me with a puzzling look on her face. Just the mention of daddy made my heart race. Daddy wasn't a nice man. He was controlling and sometimes evil. I am completely terrified of him and i know I'll be punished. I shuddered at the thought of daddy's angry blue eyes, large palms...his belt. I wanted to cry I didn't want to face daddy
"Yes Mr. Michaelson?.....yes....it's Carol.....I have Aiyana. She got lost and I found her". She bit her lip and her face went white as i heard yelling at the other end of the call. I was in trouble. I knew I was.
"Of course Mr Michaelson. Right away. Yes, in my home. Thank you Sir. See you soon". She hang up the phone and turned to me with a forced smile."Don't worry honey your father is coming to get you".
Your father is coming to get you.
With those six words my heart rate increased
We turned to the sound of the knock on the door. Carol got up and went to open it. Outside stood my large father his face hard and rigid. He scanned the room until his gaze was directed toward me. "Thank you Carol". his voice was so deep and it vibrated my chest. "Aiyana, we're leaving". my father grabbed my hand and we walked away.As soon as we got home daddy shoved me and I landed in front of him.
My eyes widened when I heard the sound of his belt being pulled from the loops of his pants.
More tears fell as I sobbed. I felt the first strike of the leather on my cotton covered backside and cried out. My flimsy sundress didn't give any protection against his punishing blows. Daddy fell into his usual rhythm with strike after strike and everytime I sobbed and begged him to stop.
One strike turned to ten
Then twenty.
Then thirty
I lost count as I wailed.
Finally, he pulled his belt back through the loops and I fell to the floor in a crumpled mess of pain and tears. I sobbed into my hands and listened to his footsteps subside.
"If your not in your room in the next ten minutes, I will come back and repeat the punishment". Daddy threatened.
I swore that I would escape this living hell one way or another.
- Writer
