?A Wish??
Chapter 5
*flashback*
I happily skipped to the ice cream shop, already trying to imagine how it will taste like. Daddy bought me an ice cream cone yesterday and it was so yummy! Vanilla is now my favourite ice cream! I noticed two girls that were my age, were both playing and having fun together. I saddens me that I don’t have friends, most people call me names if I try to play with them. I walked inside the shop and stood in front of the huge glass filled with different flavours of ice cream, the man behind the counter smiled warmly at me.
“Would you like to buy an ice cream sweetie?” He asked and I nodded my head, jumping up excitedly.
“What flavour do you like?”
“Vanilla!” I said excitedly. He chuckled and scooped the ice cream inside a cone for me.
“Would you like sprinkles on top?” The man asked, I don’t know what sprinkle is so I just nodded. I watched the man as he put different colours of tiny crumbs on top of the ice cream. I paid for it and walked out of the shop, heading towards the park. I sat on a bench and began licking my ice cream. I don’t really like the cone so I threw it away when I was done licking the ice cream. I smiled, looking at the two little kids playing with each other, two elders came to the children and smiled warmly at them. Am guessing its the children parents cause they look so much alike. One thing I’ve noticed is that Daddy and I don’t look alike. Whenever I ask him where my mummy is or why we don’t look alike, he changes the topic. I got up from the bench and walked to my favourite spot in the park, the playground. I sat on a swing and began swinging high as possible.
A little drop of water touch my nose. Frowning, I looked up at the sky to see its was going to rain. Ugh! Why does it have to rain today, now I won’t be able to watch the stars. I peeked at my watch and woah its already 5:30pm. Daddy doesn’t close from work till seven so am not bothered.
I got off the swing and made my way back home before the rain falls on me. I closed the gate behind me and walked to the front porch.
Shivering, I opened the door, closing it behind me. I turned and was surprised to see daddy in the living room. I thought he’s suppose to be at work?
“Daddy why are you home? Arent you suppose to be at work?” I asked.
“Hey Brielle, well guess what, I came back home bacause I forgot some of my files and I was in for a surprise.” I didn’t like the look in daddy’s eyes, it scared me.
“Where have you been runt?” He growled. I felt my body tremble as he spoke. Daddy has never called me a bad word before.
“Answer me!” I flinched when daddy yelled. He got up from the couch and took steps towards me. I moved back because I was scared, scared of my Dad.
“I w-went to the ice cream shop to buy vanilla ice cream.”
“How dare you go out without my permission!” Daddy roared.
“I’m sorry Daddy.” I couldn’t register it, the next thing I knew is that I was on the floor, holding my cheek while staring at daddy with wide eyes. I expected daddy to look regretful or even guilty but he was not, his face was red from anger, eyes dark. I let out a scream when daddy slapped me again. He held my arm in an iron grip, ignoring my pleas. I watched in horror as daddy undid his belt and flung it towards my sides. I screamed in pain, it hurts so much. Daddy continued to hit me with his belt till he finally got tired.
“Bitch! Get out of my sight!” I got up and limped towards my room. I sat on the bed and cried. Why did daddy call me names and hit me? I thought he loves me, he always calls me a princess but now he called me a bad word. I took my clothes off and looked at my body. The belt marks were bright and red on my torso, back and arms.
I sniffled, going to the bathroom to have a bath. The running water from the shower made my wounds sting badly. I put on my pajamas and curl up on the bed, not caring that its too early for me to sleep. I just want to forget the memories of how daddy hit me.
When I woke up the next day, I felt a little better. The bruises still sting but its better. I bolted up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and take my bath. I put on my orange polo shirt, blue jeans and two pair of white sneakers. I tied my hair in a high ponytail and jogged down to the living room, so I can greet daddy. I saw daddy seated on the couch and I immediately ran to give him a hug, only to get roughly pushed away. My lips parted in shock as I looked up to see daddy glaring down at me.
My eyes brimmed with tears. “Why Daddy? Why are you hitting me?”
He grabbed my jaw. “Am not your dad, I can never have an ugly bitch like you for a daughter.” I cried out in pain when he punched my nose.
“Never call me daddy again, call me ‘sir.’ Got that bitch?”
I nodded meekly. “Yes d-sir!”
He pushed me back to the ground, relaxing against the couch. “Go to the kitchen and boil water on fire for me.” I scrambled up and ran towards the kitchen. I grabbed the kettle and added water inside, before switching on the gas cooker. I carefully placed the kettle on top of the gas and sat on a chair, waiting till the kettle is steaming.
“Ouch!” I cried when I touched the kettle. It burned my hand. Daddy walked inside the kitchen and glanced at the kettle before his eyes flickered over to my crying form. He turned off the gas, facing me with a murderous stare.
“Do you want to burn the whole house!”
“No! I’m sorry.” I apologized.
“Daddy please don’t!” I cried when he grabbed a fistful of my hair. He slapped me hard across the face when I said that.
“I told you not to call me that bch!”
“I’m sorry sir.” I sniffled.
His lips curled up into a dev1llish smirk. “You really like hot water don’t you, considering the fact that you almost burned up the kettle.” My eyes widened in h©rror when I saw that he was holding the kettle.
“Please dont!” He ignored me and pulled me towards the sink. I let out a high pitched scream when he poured the hot water on my hands. My hands felt like they were on fire, they were terribly throbbing.
He placed the kettle on the table and pushed me to the ground, staring at me like I was dirt. I clutched my throbbing hands and silently cried, wishing the pain will just go away.
*flashback over*
“From that day he started hitting me, it became a daily activity for me to receive Punch’s, kicks and slaps from Liam. As I grew up I learnt that he wasn’t my dad. We look nothing alike. I couldn’t run away cause I was scared that social service will send me to the foster care. With what i’ve been through am afraid that I will fall into the hands of another abusive parent. I don’t think I can endure another round of beatings from deranged lu.natics.” I felt a warm substance on my cheek. Wow I didn’t even realise that I was crying.
“Do you have a scar from the hot water?” Damon asked.
“Yeah.” I showed them my hands were the faded red mark could me seen.
“You cant stay with him.” Xavier stated.
I stared at him like he was crazy. “I cant escape Liam, he will find me and make my life ten times worse.”
“Do you cut?” Alex asked quietly.
I chuckled. “Alex just because i’ve been abused for nine years doesn’t mean am falling into depression. I actually tried it once because they said it will make the pain go away.”
“How was it?” Damon asked. “Did it make the pain go away?”
“Fudge no!” I exclaimed. “It hurts like h’ll.” They all chuckled at that.
“On a serious note Brielle.” Xavier said, his tone was firm. “I cant allow you to live with that idi©t, knowing that he might hurt you.”
“We need your phone number.” Damon added. “So that you can call us if your stepdad hurts you.”
“Actually…. I don’t have a phone.” I admitted sheepishly. They all stared at me, looking dumbfounded.
“That’s it.” Xavier stood up, grabbing his car keys from the table. I watched him, feeling confused when he walked pass me and went outside.
“Where is he going?” I asked Damon and Alex.
“Forget about it, how about we go work on the school project. Damon can you please bring juice and cookies for us?” Alex asked Damon, giving him the puppy dog eyes.
“Fine.” Damon grumbled, standing up and stomping towards the kitchen. I followed Alex upstairs, the marble staircase looks so grand. As we walked down the hall, pictures of different arts were hunged beautifully on the wall. Alex suddenly stopped walking and I almost slammed into his back.
He opened a door, steping inside. I walked in and I couldn’t help but gasp. In front of me was a very wide room and it was well arranged. The walls were painted blue, a big king sized bed was at the right edge of the room with a grand lamp beside it. The walk-in closet was wow and a huge TV was hung opposite the bed.
“Your room is beautiful.” I commented, taking a look at all the pictures. I picked up a photo of what’s seems to be 8 yr old Alex and 10 yr old Xavier. They were both standing close to each other, grinning at the camera.
“Oh my g©sh you look so cute!” I gushed.
Alex blushed. “Thank you.”
Damon walked in, holding a tray filled with two glasses of strawberry juice and in the plate was sugar cookies. He placed it on the table and walked out. “See ya later losers.” Alex just flipped him off. I chuckled and sat on the incredibly soft bed.
Alex and I started the project and it was pretty easy, Alex is so smart. Am glad that he’s my partner in this project, he is not like other students who just leave me to take care of the project alone. I took a sip out of my strawberry juice and continued writing in my notebook.
After we were done with the project, Alex gave me a tour around the mansion. They had a movie room, game room, gym, indoor swimming pool. He also showed me where Xavier and Damon rooms are. Damon didn’t hear us come in cause he was so engrossed on the video game he’s playing. I picked up a pillow and threw it at Damon, accidentally knocking off his game pad.
“Oops.” I said sheepishly, watching Damon as he slowly turned to me, his eyes dark.
“Brielle.” His voice sounded deeper.
“Yes?”
“You better run.” Alex whispered in my ear. I didn’t needed to be told twice. I bolted out of the room with Damon hot on my tail. I reached the living room and was about to hide but shrieked when I felt arms wrap around my waist. Damon threw me on the couch and started tickling my sides. Oh my g©sh why do I have to be so ticklish!
“D-damon stop!” I giggled.
“Not until you say Damon is the best and most awesome guy you’ve ever met.”
“Never!” I yelled, causing him to tickle me more. I saw Alex behind Damon, watching us with an amused expression.
“Alex h-help!” He grinned mischieviously and joined Damon in tickling me.
“You guys are the worst.” I said admist laughter. The two just grinned at me, flashing me their perfect white teeth. I craned my neck to look at the front door when it opened. Xavier casually walked in, slamming the door shut. He made his way towards were I was seated, a small box was in his hand.
“Where have you been?” I asked Xavier as he sat down beside me.
“To the store.” He replied bluntly.
“W-” I stopped, looking at him in confusion as he opened the box he was holding, revealing a purple IPhone XR. Xavier took my hand and placed the phone in it.
“What’s this?”
“A phone, you know a digital product used for various purposes.” Damon said sarcastically.
I glared at him. “I know what a phone is.”
I turned to face Xavier. “Why on earth will you get me an expensive phone? Sorry but I cant accept this.” I tried giving it back to Xavier but he only gave it back to me.
“I cant allow you to stay with a m©nster, knowing that you don’t have a phone.”
“You cant refuse the phone anyway.” Alex chimed in. “Remember number seven in the rules.” After a lot of arguing and yelling I finally accepted the phone, it already has The boys numbers in it.
It was already 4:30 which means its time for me to get home, Xavier offered to drop me off. I said goodbye to Alex and Damon, grabbed my things before following Xavier to the garage. We both entered his car and drove off, me directing him to my place. I thanked Xavier and got down from his car but he held my arm.
“Please call me or the guys if you’re hurt or in trouble.” He said in a soft voice, his eyes silently begging me to not refuse.
“I promise.” I smiled at him, he smiled back and let go off my hand. I instantly missed the warmth of his hand.
I waved at Xavier, watching him drive away till he was out of sight. I opened the front door and entered inside, closing it gently behind me.
Just as I turned around I felt my blood run cold. Liam was seated in the living room with five men, I recognize them as his friends. The man who grabbed my arm was also here, staring at me with a $inister smirk.
“Good evening sirs.” I greeted and some of them nodded in response while the others replied with a grunt. I quickly walked to the kitchen and fixed up some food and dessert before serving it to the men. I felt a cold hand on my bare leg. I whipped my head around to see it was that creepy man, Richard, who stared at me with lu$t in his eyes.
Gro$$!
Giving him a disgusted look, I quickly walked upstairs to my room. I locked my room door and took my bath. My stomach rumbled but I was waiting until Liam’s friends are gone before I can head downstairs.
I brought out my new phone and scrolled through it. Damon made a group chat and was blasting it with silly messages. I had to put the phone on silent so Liam wouldn’t hear it ping.
I later placed the phone on my bed and walked out of my room when I was sure that Liam friends have gone. As I walked down the hall I stopped my tracks, on hearing voices coming from the entrace to the living room. I quickly hid behind a wall and peeked a little and saw that it was just Liam and Richard talking.
“Come on I already gave you $1000.” Richard begged.
“She is still a vrgin so i need you to increase the money.” Wait who are they talking about?
“Brielle is still a vrgin?” Richard asks, it took all in me not to gag at his hunger filled eyes.
“Yep, increase the pay to $2000 then you can have her for the night.” I knew Liam hated and despise me but I cant believe he’s taking money just so that one of his sick, twisted friends could harrass me.
I didn’t wait to listen to the rest of their conversation. I slowly walked towards my room, being careful to not make any noise. I locked my door and started packing my clothes in a luggage. I made sure to take all my school supplies.
As I held onto my phone to call Xavier, someone banged hard on my room door.
“Brielle sweetheart?” I recognized the voice as Richard’s. “Open the door.” He demanded. I quickly dialed Xavier number and placed the phone close to my ear.
“Hello Brielle?”
“Xavier.” I whispered.
“Brielle are you alright? what’s wrong?” His voice sounded scared and worried.
“Please help me.” Tears were already streaming down my face.
“Open the door bch!” Richared yelled. “I paid $2000 for this and am not going to let it go to waste.”
“Fk!” Xavier cur$ed. “Brielle I need you to hide, the guys and I are coming over. Okay?”
“Okay.” I hung up and opened my wardrobe, curling up into a ball.”
“Please hurry.” I whimpered, holding onto my phone.
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