Chapter 1

"Papa, I said to stop. Didn't I tell you to stop beating her? Why are you doing all these?" I said on the verge of cry. "Why am I doing all these? Because of your damn stupid mother, I lost a lot in my gambling. If she hadn't interrupted me in the middle of the game, I would've won that damn money. Do you how much worth that money can be to me? I can buy a month's supply of good wine." "Huh. So you don't even care 'bout us?" said my mother sitting in the dark corner of the room hiding from him. "Why would I fucking care 'bout you? You can't give me money anyways," he said giving us the worst disgusted look and then slam the door on us and locked us in that dark room.

"Don't worry mama, I'm here. See no one will ever touch you again, okay?" I said to her terribly shaking figure sitting on the cold floor.

As I tried to calm her down, I didn't even feel a lit bit of fear. Somehow I got adjusted to it in order to keep her safe and to protect my family as one and bring back its old self. But whenever I see his anger, I get stuck on wherever I am. It brings chills to my spines. That time I can't even utter a single word, my heartbeats goes wild and get trouble breathing.

"Baby, didn't you hear what he said? How can I keep calm? Will he abandon us? Baby I'm scared."

Ever since I was little, she kept calling me baby. She never calls me by my name but I love the way she calls me.

I kept calming her down until she fell asleep. I thought to myself how those days were!

Papa brought me my favorite foods, played with me in the garden and mama sat in a chair having afternoon tea and looking at us. Whenever I looked at her, she smiled brightly at me. But the worse days didn't come too late.

One day papa came back from his office early and started finding something, scattering everything in his way. When mama asked what happened, he yelled at her and hit her which was the first time I saw this rude behavior of his. I tried to stop him but got slapped hard instead and both of us got locked up in that dark room. It kept going on for some days.

Later I tried investigating 'bout it and found that his company had gotten bankrupted and they made him the scapegoat. And after that, some news spread that my dad killed the company's owner out of revenge. For which he was jailed but got out 'cause of lack of hard evidence. Ever since then, he tortured us every day like hell.