Sweetie
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"Oh, stop this crap. You are not my own blooded sister and you have a perfect body which makes me go insane," he answered and bent down to kiss me on my lips. I tried to avoid it by tilting my head which irritated him and slapped me hard on both my cheeks. He grabbed my hands and kept them up on my head and with other hand rolled up my t-shirt and came forward to kiss me. I was totally feeling helpless as I was struck. I tried to stop him with my legs to which he held them tightly by his legs. He was looking like a monster to me right now. Tears started flowing down my eyes as I felt that tonight's gonna be the worst day of my life.
When he came near me the smell which came from him made me feel dizzy and followed by it I was getting puke. I kept my hand on my mouth and signalled him that I was getting puke. He separated himself from me and I ran to the washroom holding my mouth. I had vomited all the food which I ate for dinner and sat on the floor itself with the thud. I was feeling totally drained. I closed my eyes, leaning my head onto the wall. I was exhausted and then I suddenly remembered his behaviour. I stood up with the support of the wall and then slowly opened the door and peeked into my room. He was sleeping on my bed.
"Thank heavens I will go and sleep in the living room," I thought and came out of the bedroom. Without making any noise I walked out of the room and then slept on the sofa.
"What are you doing here?" I heard my aunt and uncle's voices. I woke up and sat. After seeing her I cried so I ran to her and hugged her. I started crying in her embrace. She forcefully separated me from her and pushed me back hard. I almost fell on the ground with this sudden pull but think to myself I balanced myself not to fall.
"Stop your dramas and say what happened," she roared.
"Bh..bha..bhai is misbe….having with me... aunt," I said in between my cry.
"Whom you are talking about? My son? He won't do that, I know him," she said.
"I...am...say.. sob..ing ..truth. He..hiccups..is drunk," I said between my sobs.
"Do I have to believe you? Stop lying about him and if you want to sleep here then from now you will be sleeping on the floor in one corner of the kitchen," she ordered and I looked at her with horror in my eyes.
"Bu..t, I ha...ve..my own...hiccups..room," I said.
"My daughter is the same age as you. She is crying that she needs a special room for her so she will take that room for her, now go and sleep in the kitchen," she ordered.
"If you don't trust my words go and check in my room. He was sleeping there and that was my room. Why should I give it to your daughter? My parents built that room for me," I snapped back. That's it later they started hitting me and I don't know how much time they did that. I just remembered I was blacked out and I got conscious after 10 days.
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I came out of my thoughts when I felt someone tapping on my shoulder. When I opened my eyes there was one aunty who was trying to wake me up. When I opened my eyes she questioned me,
"Hey sweetie, why are you crying? Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Naa.. nothing aunty. Thank you for your concern," I replied.
"Don't be so formal. I travel in this bus daily and I have seen you walking and sitting alone daily. I have also observed that you are crying everyday and just wipe your tears turn your face into emotionless and walk to your destination without having anyone by your side and like nothing happened," she said and I was shocked because she comes from the same bus stop like me, travels with me in the same bus, observes me daily but I don't even know who was she and I didn't remember seeing her.
"See again you zoned out," she said and I smiled.
"You look beautiful when you smile," she complimented me which brought a smile to my lips. This is not any fake smile nor any escaping smile it's a real smile. It doesn't mean that I get flattered with compliments. It's just because I never get any compliments from anyone.
She sat beside me and rubbed her hand on my hair.
"Can I say something to you ?" She questioned and I nodded my head as yes.
"Listen sweetie I don't know what's wrong with you and why you are crying. I don't know why I feel that you are looking like you are in some problem. You are just like my daughter's age. Listen sweetie we àll are humans and we all do have problems but sitting and crying doesn't give us any solutions. We have to solve it and if there is no way then be ready to smile and accept them. We all need someone to share our problems with you. I think you don't have someone to share it with. Take me as your mother and if you want you can share or if you don't want to I don't want to trouble you by pressuring you. Just keep smiling and it's the best solution to every problem," she said and I felt like I was talking with my own mother. Maybe if my mother was alive she would have treated me like this. I am sure she will never let me feel lonely and never let me cry like this. I would have been pampered by her and spoiled by my dad.
"What do your parents do?" She questioned me and I looked at her, gave a sad smile and looked out of the window and said,
"They were no more aunty."
"Oh sorry," she said by keeping her hand on my shoulder.
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