Her Choice

Chapter#4

I was definitely regretting the decisions that I just made in my life.

He was after my fucking life. I was lying on the shattered glasses as he stepped on my hand. I could feel the small pieces of glass penetrating into my soft skin. It hurts so bad. I screamed as loud as could, mum beating the door, him laughing and enjoying the dreadful sight.

He finally decided to let go my and as I was about to pass out because of the pain in my entire body lying on the shattered glass.

He kept that petrifying smirk of his while leaving. My mum was shouting crying mess inside as she probably pictured me dead. I was not in a state to get up and console my mum, I just laid there for some minutes unable to utter anything from my mouth.

Thinking about my horrified mother I got up unconsciously waving here and there in air, i grabbed the door knob and finally opened the door. There laid my terrified mother both knees clenched to her chest crying out loud with her shut eyes as she probably thought that Father opened the door.

I bolted toward her and hugged her telling her that I am fine and nothing happened. As she lifts up her head seeing me covered in all blood, started to apologize on Father's behalf.

'Ohh my poor gale I am so sorry!!! Your dad was never like this he is just heartbroken. Its ok he an take our money although he is my daughter's Father. You shouldn't have said all those stuff. I am sorry I couldn't protect you.' Mum cried.

'mum why can he take our money you work your *** off to earn them. Are you a social worker, why would you give money to that person mu...'

'no he is your dad!.'

'do you not see me?. Look at me mum I am drenched in pool of blood HOW CAN YOU STILL TAKE HIS SIDE? HOW...?WHY...?'I cried after every word fed up of this daily situation

'...Get up and wash you face I don't want to see that man here ever again or eles i am leaving!.' I said wiping my tears.

Looking my self in mirror I laughed at myself.

'That's literally your second broken specs miss girl.'

My smile dropped. Am I forcing this smile. Is it natural? Why don't I know how I feel? Why do I feel like I am enforcing every single expression? Why do I show the expression that I don't feel? Am I just playing a character? Do I really know who I am? Whats my persona?

I took a deep sigh. Shaking off all the thoughts since I couldn't find the answer, I starting treating myself with the help of antiseptics and bandages.

My whole body aches. But I said what I said, I don't regret it!

Or do I?

I was about to drift off to sleep I screeching of glasses.

I had one thought in my mind.

My mum.

I sprinted toward her corridor only to find her cleaning the mess, the bloody glass pieces on the floor, with wet eye. It bruises my heart seeing my mom this way. Who would like such sight?

'Why is life tough!' I sighed.

I sat on the floor to help mum with the cleaning. I started to wipe the blood on the floor with paper towel while having slight glimpse on mum.

She is so pretty, her fair complexion compliments her angelic light brown eyes, her cunningly graceful long natural golden brown hairs, she just completes all the 'society beauty standards' but why she is not happy even after fulfilling all such standards?

With all those thoughts we cleaned to messy *** floor.

'Gale does it hurt a lot? Why are you so quiet?' she said wiping her tears away.

'Quiet?'

'It has been pretty turbulent up here.' I said pointing at my head.

'What is bothering you won't you share it with you mum?'

'Well I don't really have any other acquaintance except you mum...' I said grabbing her hand. 'I'll share everything but right now you should rest.' I took her to the bed laid her under the blanket turned off the light and sat on the nightstand with her until she slept.

'I also don't have anyone without you...' She said in her sleep. I smiled.

And it's true we don't have anyone except each other. We always share each other worries, happiness.

'and your dad.'

**** me! What do I do with this lady!?

But its her choice. I won't be like my father, i wont leave her in most difficult time. i won't force her to anything that she don't want but will never leave her side, i'll stay by her and under any circumstances i won't force her!

Although she love him...

I left her side went to my room and slept.

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Waking up in the morning is the most laborious thing God has made, why wake up early when you can wake up late anyways, what would make a difference. I thought silently while taking a shower.

I wrapped a towel around my body and went to the wardrobe to select a fit for today. I chose a white plain fitted t shirt that covered my waist, under that I wore a black ripped jeans and threw black oversized front open hoodie.

I had dark brown foxy eyes I inherited from my mum but unfortunately they always hide behind my glasses. I don't like wearing lenses, I don't know maybe I am just scared of wearing them. I have long like golden brown hair, also got it from my mum. Decided to wear a pair of converse and took my black backpack with me.

Wondering where I am heading?

I opened the door glancing one last time in the mirror and scooted towards kitchen.

'Ready to go?' I asked my mum.

'Are you going with me? Mum replied

'Yup!'

'Skipping classes?'

'Mum they don't teach me anything!'

'I am the only person sitting in that abundant college. All alone.' I added

'Its okay you can study better with no students.'

'Mum! I said alone! No teachers! No students!'

'Do you want me to believe that?'

I gasped dramatically, 'Mum how about you visit my college today? So you'll get to know if I am lying or not.'

'What do you mean they gave you scholarship, 100% scholarship, and I visited before it was good. I can't say the best out all but it was good!'

'Yea yea! But I am coming with you today! No college for today! Yayyeeee....' I said spreading my arms up in air tightened my body for a split second and then losing it. Best feeling ever.

I was lying. College was great but I was the only person that goes to study their other are just there to show off their outfits and to call me nerd. I don't like it there I feel out of place. The odd one out. Its been a month that I joined college but just cannot get use to of that place. Sickened! I also didn't want to show them the fresh scars on my entire body. Especially my poor hand.

Or should I say I always wanted to join my dream college, 'Edgestow High college of LA' also known as 'EGH High'.

How ambitious.

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