My savior

Chapter 3

My body feels heavy, my hands and legs feel like jelly, and my head is throbbing. I started to regain my consciousness a little. I heard some loud noises, like metal. I tried to open my eyes, but it was hard. I tried to move my fingers and I felt a little bit of it.

I didn't understand what was going on until I heard what my father said.

"Glad to see you awake, you slut. It took you 3 days to wake up and be in this world again. "

3 DAYS

3 DAYS

"f-father, w-Where am I? W-why can't I s-see anything? "

PUNCH

I screamed. I felt liquid run down my nose and mouth; I tasted it, and it was blood. I just realised that my father punched me in the face with his legs.

"You CAN'T talk b***h! Don't you dare ask questions? You ruined everything for me! I lost all my money because of you! I lost your mother because of you! Why couldn't you be a good toy for them? " "You are a useless piece of sh*t!"

My father kept hitting me and punching me, and all I could feel was blood, sweat, and tears. I couldn't talk. I felt myself being dragged from the floor to something that felt like a pole. My father hung me on something and then removed the blind that was in my face.

I was tired of the beating. I couldn't breathe well; it was hard to breathe. I looked around the room I was in and realised it was the basement. There was a very dim light coming from a faraway door. I looked at the ground and I saw blood, knives, chains, and other tortured things.

I tried to lift my head to see what I was hanging on to, but a hand stopped me.

"Don't you dare think about escaping, because when I'm done with you, you'll be thrown outside of my house. Got it, b***h? "

I didn't reply.

SLAP

"Did you get it you useless brat? I NEED WORDS! "

"Y-yes fa-father"

"Good, now don't you do anything till I come in the morning, and if you make a noise, your punishment will be worse."

"Y-yes fa-father"

He removed his hands from my face and I coughed, letting blood spill out of my mouth. He turned around and left the basement after locking the door behind him.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I talked to myself as I cried silently.

One week later,

My father has been beating the s**t out of me all these days. I've only eaten once a day and drank water twice a day. I got used to it throughout the day. I could barely sleep and my body was shivering so much. I don't know what day it was or what time of the day it was.

But today, when my father came, he quickly put me down on the floor and removed the chains from me that were hanging from the poles. He broke glasses around me and hurt me in the process. I didn't feel anything from the pain.

He grabbed me by the hair and moved me towards the basement's door. I grabbed his hand as I groaned in pain. He took me upstairs, and my eyes met a bright light ; I didn't have time to adjust the light because he threw me outside the house. My face hit the ground; I coughed up a lot of blood and felt my bones break. I looked at the light and discovered that it was night time.

"From now on, you are no longer my child. I'm not your father and this isn't your house anymore. Everything you have in your room will be thrown out. Don't come back here again and don't you ever dare tell the police anything. Is that clear, you piece of s**t? "

I nodded my head as I wasn't able to process all the information that he said. All I know now is that I need a shelter, a home, a place to stay and sleep in. I tried to stand up from the ground but fell due to my ex-father shutting the door forcefully.

I tried to stand up again, but fell due to the pain in my legs and ribs. I crawled to the first bench I saw and sat on it. I curled up into a ball and sobbed in my arms. I just realised that I have no one to go to or anyone to save me. I can't go to the hospital because I have no money. All I need to do is wait till I'm able to walk again and find a home shelter to take me in.