Why me?!

Warning ⛔‼️❌

This book contains strong violence, sexism and some matured themes!!

🦋 Natalia's p.o.v🦋

I am Nathalia Campbell, only daughter of Mr John and Mrs Carol Campbell.

When I turned fifteen, my dad's attitude towards me changed. The normal daddy-daughter love vanished from his eyes and was replaced with lustful stares and desires.

He would grab my butt and squeeze when mom wasn't looking and smile smugly at me.

One night when i was sixteen, mom was away and he slinked to my room, then began to touch me all over my body.

I was horrified and scared. I pleaded with him to stop but he didn't listen to me. He had his way with me, that night and took away my innocence.

He warned and threatened me not to tell my mom. I was so sad and angry and disappointed in my father and i began to doubt if he was my real father.

Some months later, my mom and I found out I was pregnant and my mom in a state of sheer disappointment and anger asked me who was responsible for it.

I summoned courage and told her it was my father and she flared up.

My father denied it and told her I usually hung out with notorious street urchins and probably got pregnant by one of them, then tried to cover up.

My mom was so angry that I lied and falsely accused her husband, she beat the daylight out of me and swore she would never have anything to do with me again.

My father also abandoned me and together, they threw me out of the house and told me to go look for the person responsible for my pregnancy.

That marked the ending of my education.

A highschool dropout.

I barely survived in the streets. I couldn't cope in my condition....the harsh weather, lack of my necessary diet and all.

I finally had a miscarriage.

I spent three years in the streets and quickly adapted to the street life even if it was kinda hard.

There was a certain young man who always passed by and dropped some money close to me, where i usually begged for food, then he would walk away.

I was more than thankful to the generous soul.

Only God knows how hard I prayed for him and how I asked to bless him abundantly.

One fine day, the young man stopped in front of me and asked why I was out in the streets. He said I was too young and beautiful to suffer out there and I told him my awful story.

He felt bad and promised to continue stopping by and dropping some money for me.

He was so kind and caring and I soon fell in love with the kind stranger.

Sooner than expected, he took me into his home to live with him....feeding, clothing and providing shelter for me all at once. My joy knew no bounds.

Little did I know that I was about to open a new chapter of my jeopardy.

🦋Nathalia🦋

"Are you alright honey?" I asked as my husband, Thomas staggered in, almost falling. He was clearly drunk.

"Am i alright?" He asked in return with scorn and looked up at me.

His face was covered in bruises and i figured he got into a fight.

"Oh my God!" I gasped and walked to him, then assisted him to stand upright.

He suddenly pushed me away, roughly.

"Get away from me bitch!!" He snarled.

Neither the fall nor his words hurt me, since i was already used to it.

From time to time, he hurt me and i wouldn't blame him, maybe because he was going through a lot and wouldn't share it with me or maybe i really did piss him off.

"I'm sorry honey, I'll get the first aid box". I said, getting up from the floor and dusting my clothes.

"Get my dinner! I didn't ask for the first aid!"

"Yes honey". I bowed my head and left for the kitchen.

I reheated his dinner in the microwave since it had turned cold and went to serve him at the dinning.

"What took you so long huh? I'm starving!!" He yelled at me.

"It was cold, i was trying to..."

"Go get the first aid kit". He cut me short.

I quickly left for the kit and returned almost immediately with it.

"What the fuck did you cook for me, you crazy wench?!" He snapped.

"Is something wrong with the food?" I asked.

He grabbed a glass of water and threw the content on my face.

"Is something wrong with the food?" He mimicked me. "It's tasteless, go prepare something delicious for me to eat".

I wiped my face with the back of my hand and began to clear the table.

"Why can't you just try to prove you're not useless to me huh?" He asked.

"I'm sorry, I'll make you a delicious meal". I muttered.

"That's right, and I'm gonna get the other food in the bedroom, later right?" He smirked and licked his lips as he slapped my butt.

The tray i was holding, bent and one of the plates fell on him, spilling it's contents and then, shattering to pieces on the floor.

Great!

"What's your problem bitch?!" He growled, grabbing my arm.

"It..it was an accident I promise. You suddenly startled me when you slapped my ass" I defended.

"Now it's my fault huh?" He asked.

"You....you.." I stuttered.

"How dare you?!" He snapped, slapping me hard on my face.

I fell to the floor, the tray, flying off my hands and landing on the floor which also shattered more of the plates.

He yanked me up, after grabbing my hair and slammed me against the wall...I endured every ounce of the pain that surged through my body and shut my eyes, anticipating more pain that he would inflict.

He pounced on me and began to hit and kick.

As weak as i was, i couldn't do anything to stop him, so i just let him pour out his anger. I was even too weak to cry and I was glad I didn't, or else he would've pounded me non-stop.

When he was satisfied, he stood up, spat on me and proceeded to the sitting room, where he pulled off his shirt which I had mistakenly wrecked.

"I want my dinner in five minutes". He said.

"Y..yes honey".

"Don't honey me, you piece of shit!" He glared.

"Yes Thomas".

I headed for the kitchen while he tended to his wounds.

On checking the time, I found out it was 12:58am, just two minutes to 1:00am. I sighed wearily.

Not that what I prepared was tasteless....just because he wanted me to work all the time, that's why he's stressing me like this.

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It was 5:00am and the alarm clock went off. I put a stop to it's annoying rings and got out of the duvet, sleep still woven in my eyes.

Thomas was still fast asleep and I had to prepare a warm bath for him and also iron his clothes and then, prepare his breakfast.

I went to the kitchen first, to prepare his breakfast.

He's supposed to be ready for work by 6:00 sharp so i decided to hurry up so i could go get more sleep.

Finishing from the kitchen, i went to the laundry room and began to iron his office wear.

When i was done, i went to wake him up.

"Honey, it's time to bath". I touched him slightly.

He stirred in his sleep and grumbled some words to me.

"Honey? Honey? Wake up it's almost work time" I whispered.

"Get the fuck off will you?!" He suddenly growled and i withdrew instantly.

"I just wanted to tell you that...."

"If you keep talking, I just might lose my brain cells, listening to you, so if you don't wanna get a black eye this morning, keep quiet!" He warned.

I gulped down nothing and moved away from him quickly, then went to set his breakfast at the dinning, while he went ahead to have his bath.

After eating and dressing up, he took his attache case and left the house.

The clinking of keys at the doorpost was a proof he had locked the door.

He had locked me in.

Yeah....it wasn't new.

Since I got married to him, I've never stepped out of the house.

I was a house wife, so he said, and i was meant to stay at home.

Whenever we ran out of groceries or needed something, he would do the shopping himself.

I didn't have any friends. The television, my pillow and kitchen were my pals. Thank God he let me use the T.v otherwise I would've died of boredom.

I didn't even have a phone to place or receive calls....or even browse or go on social medias like my peers.

I was just there...a house wife, more like a maid to him. The man i fell in love with, the generous stranger who had picked me up from the streets, the one who made me smile long ago...but then it turned out he wasn't as sweet as I thought.

He was still kind enough to pick me up though, and i was grateful for that. I can't believe my parents actually dumped me for good, like they didn't care about me at all.

It's all thanks to him that I'm still alive and kicking and finally got a roof over my head, once again.

If he treated me bad, i wasn't going to question him, not after saving my worthless life. I was gonna endure, maybe one day, he's going to realise how much i love him and then, he'll develop feelings for me also and start treating me like a real wife.

He, Thomas Roberts, my savior, is gonna become a great husband.

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"Welcome back honey". I collected his attache case and suit's jacket.

He just arrived from work, late in the evening and he looked tired.

"How was work today?" I asked with a smile.

"None of your business, what do you know about my work, you fucking illiterate?!!"

"I'm sorry, I won't ask again honey".

"How many times do I need to tell you not to call me honey?!"

"I'm sorry Thomas".

"Sir, is fine by me, show some respect wench!"

"Yes sir". I said quickly and went to get his dinner.

"Do you actually taste the food?" He scowled, when he ate a spoonful.

"Yes I do..."

"This tastes awful and I'm really hungry....what have you ever done right?! You can't sweep properly, you can't wash properly, you can't cook properly....you can't even conceive a child!!"

The floor was sparkly as i had swept and mopped and i had no idea what he was talking about, plus the food was really nice, I don't know what was wrong.

I didn't even know what to say to him. As for the conceiving part, it wasn't my fault that I hadn't gotten pregnant yet and I wasn't God.

"I'm talking to you, why aren't you saying anything?" He asked, furiously.

"I...I...I prepared the food well, maybe you just don't have appetite for it".

He arched his eyebrow as he stared at me....

Okay maybe I shouldn't have said that..

"Um... I'll go prepare a new meal for you". I said quickly to cover up.

"You're so useless! There, I thought I had someone at home who was waiting with a sumptuous meal to satisfy my hunger. You have no idea how hungry I am right now!!"

"I'm sorry hon-sir".

"Enough with your sorry self, it's pissing me off".

"Sorry".

He glared at me and I bit my lip.

"I'm so sorry, I won't say it again".

Goddamnit I just said it....

"Are you trying to annoy me?" He asked.

I shook my head immediately and cursed myself silently.

"My colleagues at work mock me coz I don't have a kid...but then, here you are childless and useless. Tell me, are you barren?"

The question came as a shock...

"No" I replied....I was able to conceive before I even met him and that was one of the reasons my mom threw me out of the house...she didn't know i conceived my father's child.

But then, I had a miscarriage, could that be the reason why i still haven't conceived till now?

"I want a child". He said, interrupting me from my thoughts.

"Wh-what?"

"I said I want a child you meathead!"

"God will bless us with children" I replied.

He scoffed...."when?"

"At his appointed time". I replied, timidly.

"Give me a child". He said, his tone suddenly changing to a stern one as he stood up from his seat, walking towards me.

What is he doing?

"Honey?"

A slap landed on my cheek and I winced, biting my tongue in the process.

"Don't call me honey, ever again".

"Y-yess sir". My voice cracked.

He ripped my dress, till it was nothing but a rag, then licked my shoulder.

I shivered as his tongue came in contact with my skin.

"Hone-Sir..."

"What?"

"We should go to the bedroom....".

He slapped me again and i kept quiet.

He unhooked my bra and cupped my breast, then began to nibble on them.

"Sir.." I was getting turned on at the moment.

"Give me a child". He murmured in reply and pushed me towards the dinning table where he shoved me to the top of the table roughly and had his way with me... thrusting in and out painfully, over and over again. Not minding if i was hurt or if I was sobbing.

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❣️ Nathalia ❣️

The alarm clock signalled it was already time for me to wake up. I rolled on my stomach and stopped it while i grumbled to myself, I haven't had enough sleep yet. I slept few minutes to 4:00 and it's 5:00 already??

But then, I should get my husband ready for work.

I sighed as i stared at his sleeping face, he looked stressed. Maybe his work was stressing him so much.

God, please help see him through and bless him.

I took my rosary from the top of the drawer beside me and kissed the crucifix, then knelt down beside the bed to say a quick morning prayer.

Even though my body ached all over from last night, i managed to drag myself to the bathroom to urinate, afterwards I went to the kitchen to begin my daily routine.

When i was sure I got everything ready for him, i contemplated on waking him up or not.

I didn't want what happened yesterday to repeat itself and he clearly told me not to disturb him.

Probably he'll just wake up by himself.

My cheeks were hurting because of how i was smiling as i remembered something.

I got back on the bed and slid into the comfort of the duvet and soon i dozed off.

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I was awoken as my body made contact with the floor.

"You fucking wench!!!" Thomas hoarse voice pricked my ears and i stood up from the floor, realizing he was the one who threw me off the bed.

His eyes were burning with rage and i was confused as to what i had done this time, I cleaned my eyes, sleepily.

A slap brought me to my senses.

"Thomas?" I held my cheek, staring at him.

He raised his hand to hit again and i ducked.

"Sorry....sir...sir". I corrected myself.

It seemed like I enraged him as i dodged his slap and it made him grab my hair tight and then, yanking my head backwards, my neck barely snapping.

It hurt so bad that tears began to form in my eyes.

"What are those crocodile tears i see? You better suck them back in or else...."

I sniffed in and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.

"What happened?" I managed to ask.

"See how stupid and useless you are. Are you seriously asking me what happened?" He asked, arching his left eyebrow.

I shook my head immediately to not anger him the more.

"What is the time?" He asked me.

I stole a glance at the huge clock that was hung on the wall and discovered it was 15 minutes past 7:00am.

I was still confused until it hit me...

Shoot! He's late for work!

"Y..you're late". I stuttered.

He suddenly laughed...

"See why you're stupid? I asked of the time illiterate!!"

"It...it's qu..quarter past seven". I replied with shaky breaths.

He clapped and patted my head, then grabbed a fistful of hair, once more.

"What time am i supposed to leave for work?"

"Six...sir"

"What were you supposed to do?"

"W..wake you up".

"And what did you do?"

"I...I.. didn't...I..slept off".

"For f*ck's sake!!!!" He snapped.

"Will you ever be useful to me??"

"I'm sorry sir...you told me not to disturb your sleep and I didn't know what to do..."

"I told you not to disturb my sleep huh?" His grip on my hair tightened and i winced.

"Now I'm fucking late!! Are you satisfied witch?!" He yelled pushing me roughly, I crash landed on my butt, pushing some drawers in my way.

Ouch!

I held my waist, massaging it, while he glared down at me.

"You're just so useless!!! You should be glad i married you. You should be glad I fucking picked your poor ass off the streets!! Your gender is the most stupid, irksome, useless thing on Earth!! You can't do anything right!! you're all weaklings and weaklings should know their place and serve their men."

I bit my lip, lowering my head as he kept yelling at me.

"Perhaps I should've left you to die on the streets".

"No.." I said weakly.

"What did you say?" He asked, ready to strike again.

"I'm forever grateful you picked my poor self off the streets, thank you sir". I said.

"You better be". He said with a smug.

"I now see the reason why your parents kicked your fucking ass out!! They know you're useless...they know girls are useless...they wouldn't kick their male child out if they had one, would they? They know men are the greatest and they would cherish him more than you because he would carry on their lineage... isn't that right?".

I didn't know what to answer.... talking about my parents was hurting me more..

"I said... ISN'T THAT RIGHT?!!". He thundered.

I nodded quickly to calm his anger.

"Yes...sir, yes sir...".

"You're a total loser you know, you're lucky I married your illiterate ass, no one else would've married you by the way.. you're so ugly!" He spat and left me...

I hugged my knees and all the pain i felt when i woke up was being multiplied by hundred as my body racked with sobs.

I haven't even told him what I discovered..

How will i tell him now?

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11pm....

I heard the clinking of keys and i knew he was back...

I checked the time and sighed...

He's gone drinking again..

"Welcome honey". I collected his bag and he unbuttoned his shirt as he came in.

"Hope my bath's ready". He grumbled.

"Yes".

As he handed his shirt over to me, i saw the shape of lips with red lipstick, almost all over the collar.

I frowned and looked up at him questionably... without collecting the shirt.

"Hey! Are you blind?" He hissed.

I didn't answer as my eyes were still fixed on the shirt.

"Bitch! I'm talking to you!!" He hit me hard on the face and i yelped.

He scoffed...."you wanna scream huh?".

I held my face and stared at him as tears stung my eyes.

"Where did you go to after work?" I asked quietly.

"What's up with you this night?". He sized me up with his eyes.

"Wait...let me get it straight...did you just ask me that?" He asked, and i saw as confusion and anger flashed on his face.

"Look at these....you went to see a woman didn't you?" I asked, collecting the shirt from him finally and showing him the lips that we're formed on it.

"I see....you still haven't known your place huh?". He nodded his head looking around and biting his lip, then he glared at me.

He looked like he was contemplating on what to do.

"How dare you question me, meathead!!" He landed a ferocious slap on my cheek that sent me sprawling to the floor.

"Thomas...pleaseee". I held my cheek as i looked up at him...

"Haven't you hurt me enough?" I sobbed.

"You....you...". He paused and sighed..

"Did you by any chance smoke marijuana this night?"

I was speechless with the question he just asked me....it didn't make any sense.

"When i ask a question, answer me goddamnit bitch!!!" He yelled.

I didn't reply again and he dashed away from me, scattering a few stuffs.

He was looking for something...

Something to hit me with, i guess...

Yeah, I was right...

He approached me with a wooden baseball bat.

I was shocked and scared...

"Hon...sir, what are you doing?" I asked, shifting away on the floor, slowly.

"What does it look like? I'm trying to teach you to know your place bitch!"

"Sir... please, don't....I beg you". The tears streamed down my face as I begged him with shaky breaths.

"Thomas....please, I'm......"

The bat landed on my stomach, knocking some air out of my lungs and i gasped out as blood spurted out from my mouth.

"Pregnant.." I finished with some spare breaths before my vision blurred out and everything became pitch black.

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