Chapter 2 No one will come back to save you

No, no, no! Don't leave me alone again! Take me away! I was awakened from the nightmare, with beads of sweat on my forehead. The sheets under my body also became damp, and it was obvious that I had a nightmare. Although it was a nightmare, it was nothing compared to what I experience every day. The content of the dream became blurred as time passed. I only remembered that I saw the light in the dream, as if there was still a figure of a man. Oh, there was another woman! The woman seemed to say a lot to me, but I couldn't remember a single word.

I tried to recall more details, because I seemed to know that what the woman said to me was very very very very important. But the more I thought about it, the more painful I got, and in the end I had to give up. I calmed down and closed my eyes again, thinking that I could sleep for a while, but was awakened again by the violent knocking outside the door, but in fact, I had anticipated it all.

"What are you doing? Do you know what time it is now? 6:30 in the morning. Don't you know what you should do at this time?" Jeff's words pulled me from sleepiness back to reality. I sat up from the bed and had no intention to respond to his words. I put on my "slippers", or I didn't know if they could be called slippers. It was a pair of worn ladies sandals. Before that, I had been home barefoot. So when I received this "gift", I cherished them very much, because it can more or less help me withstand some cold and discomfort. This was given to me by Jeff. Of course, it was not a gift like what I said before. He gave them to me just to make me feel more comfortable when working, and to prevent my feet from being injured by the sawdust on the floor, which would delay my work. "What are you doing in a daze?" Jeff walked up to my eyes and he grabbed my hair. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and I yelled, because I was taken aback by this sudden action. I covered my mouth in a panic, but it was too late.

Jeff's face suddenly sank, and he pinned me hard against the wall. Unfortunately, there happened to be a nail on the wall that was about to fall off. I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my back, and then some liquid ran down the wall. I soon became out of breath because of the sudden pain. He must had noticed it too, but he didn't have any expressions. I didn't dare to cry, I bit my lip, and finally my lips were also bloody. "I told you that you CANNOT speak, how dare you disobey my orders!" He yelled, and at the same time increased his pressure to press me against the wall. I feel my back is about to split. I can only bite my lip as hard as I can to keep myself from crying. I shook my head vigorously to show that I didn't mean it. No one would want to kill him or herself for such a small thing as talking, at least that's what I think. "Don't have another time, or I will tear you apart. You know, no one will come back to save you, your mother, your sister, your friend. Oh, I forgot you don't have that kind of thing. Your ONLY connection to this world is me, your father." His voice was like a demon whisper. No, it was worse than that. He paused, then continued, "You're a freak, just like your mother."

Mother, I can't remember how long that I haven't heard this word. Long enough to forget that I even had a mother. The memories of my childhood had already broken, but I did have a mother and, yes, a sister. I didn't know if my memory was accurate, because he didn't seem so grumpy when I was a little girl. Although not as gentle as other fathers, he would never hit or scold me at that time, and he would never hurt me - his own daughter. It wasn't until my mom and sister left that everything had changed. The memories of this time was blurred, and I only remembered that at some point, his attitude towards me suddenly changed. It was as if I had become the least important item in our home, languishing in this old house that could not be even called home.

After he finished his "speech", he finally released his grip on me. I felt the blood stains on my back solidified, and then I slowly left the wall. It's hard for me to describe that kind of pain, just like the kind of horrible torture that sounded like that a long time ago. My breath even trembled. Unfortunately, my wound was very close to the middle of my back, which meant I cannot easily reach my wound by myself. And obviously, Jeff won't help with my wound. I looked down at the old wound on my leg and arm and smiled bitterly. There is nothing at home that I can use to disinfect the wound. I walked slowly to the bathroom, preparing to take a cold shower, which would make it a little better. After two minutes, I walked out of the bathroom. I knew my wound was still bleeding, so there was no need to change into new clothes. I put on the old clothes with blood stains, and when I was fastening the buttons, Jeff broke into the door again. I was so startled again that I even made the wound on my back even worse. Fortunately, this time I controlled my throat.

"Look at you, your clothes are disheveled, like a slut. Hurry up and pack up, come out to cook." After that, he closed the door vigorously. Boom! After listening to what he had said, I felt nothing inside my heart, no emotional fluctuation. And he didn't even think of me as her daughter. Every word he said seemed to describe a dirty whore. I dressed mechanically and walked out of my bedroom. At that moment, I wish I could close my eyes forever, just like I thought in my dream.