Sub-Chapter ( The Bitter Love)
"Aaaahhhhhhhh!", she heard the blood curtling scream of her mother as she watched the burning anger and jealousy in her father's eyes. Jealousy have always been a problem in their marriage but today, it will end, with blood. Her father lunged the knife to her mother's chest and then her throat. She watched through the gaps her fingers made as she covered her face with her hands. Muffled screams filled the house, now full of violence. As her mother's last breath was released, a strong firm hand grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the blood-drenched floor next to her cold, dead mother. She closed her eyes ready to feel the pain of death, but instead of the sound of blade piercing skin, she heard her clothes rip. Her shirt, jeans, and underwear dried her mother's blood.
"What are you doing?", the helpless girl cried with fear evident in her voice. Her cries were stopped as the cold mouth of her father pressed down to hers. Terror washed over her heart. Her father was raping her! She shivers in horror as the kisses trailed down lower, lower between her legs. She kicked and struggled, but what would that do? Her father was too strong. She felt greater pain as he hungrily entered her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the truth slapped her in the face. Her father was raping her! In and out, he went faster and faster until he pulled out and spilled hot liquid down her throat. He lifted her head, forcing her to swallow the disgusting liquid. With closed eyes, she sighed knowing it was over. As her father left, the girl stood with difficulty using all her strength and crawled to her mother's frail body. She hugged her tightly as if trying to revive her with her tears.
For 2 years, the molestion continued. For 2 years, she endured the pain of reliving her mother's death whenever her father touched her bruise covered skin. She couldn't do anything, she couldn't struggle, she couldn't scream. Music was her only sanctuary. The way her gentle fingers carressed the white keys, her pain is lessened. Every time she was touched, she wanted to scream, yell, and throw every curse she could to the owner of those damned hands that dared to touch her, but she can't because she has no voice.
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