I’d dreamed of escaping, but my father watched me like a hawk. “Try to leave, and I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
The memory of that study made me shudder.
I clung to my mother’s arm, pleading: “Mom, will you listen to whatever I say?”
She stroked my head gently.
“Of course, Claire. You’re my most beloved daughter. Whatever you say, I’ll listen.”
I looked at her earnestly.
“Then, you must never go into Dad’s study. Can you promise me that?”
“Is there something in your dad’s study that you’re worried about?”
“I don’t know! But just don’t go in! Please?”
“Calm down, sweetheart. If you want me to stay out, I’ll stay out.”
“Mom, you’re so good to me.”
“Of course, I’ll always be this good to you.”
She looked serious, and I believed she wasn’t lying.
If she stayed away from my dad’s study, he wouldn’t be able to brainwash her, and she would continue to love me.
She also mentioned that my dad was stubborn and isolated. She had even arranged a good match for me on a dating site. She couldn’t understand why any parent would try to prevent their daughter from getting married.
I felt relieved and agreed to meet the person she had arranged on the weekend.
But the next day, my mom told me the match had been canceled.
We had planned to go out for breakfast early in the morning, but she hadn’t woken me up, and I ended up sleeping until noon.
I thought she was busy with something at the shop, but when I opened the door, she threw a bowl from the dining table at my head.
The bowl hit me hard, and blood started dripping from my forehead.
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My dad’s veins bulged on his forehead.
“Lazy bitch! Why don’t you sleep forever? Save me the trouble of burying you!”
Fear and frustration overwhelmed me, and my tears flowed uncontrollably.
Meanwhile, my mom sat at the table eating, completely indifferent to what was happening
My dad, with a smug expression, walking over with a whip and slapping it across my back, the pain searing into my flesh.
I screamed and cried.
“Dad, what did I do wrong? For years you’ve been tearing apart the relationships I care about, and now you want to kill me?”
My dad’s nostrils flared, and every breath he took seemed to vent his pent–up rage.
“Maybe killing you would be for the best! You’re always in my face, and I can’t help but want to tear you apart! You want to get married? Fine, when you’re dead, I’ll arrange a ghost wedding for you!”
The whip cracked, tearing through my skin, blood splattering everywhere.
The agonizing pain made me lose control, my throat hoarse from screaming. I struggled like a madwoman, my consciousness consumed by endless suffering.
My mom, still eating and scrolling through videos on her phone, laughed without a care, completely indifferent to whether I would die from the beating.
In the next moment, I staggered towards her.
“Mom, please make Dad stop! He’s going to kill me!”
I expected her to rush to push my dad away and protect me in her arms.
But she remained indifferent.
She shot me an irritated glance.
“You provoked him. You deserve this.”
At that moment, my head felt like it was going to explode, and my arms trembled uncontrollably.
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