---- narcissistic, manipulative father to blame, but | feel like somehow I've made a mistake big enough to deserve this. | can't keep making excuses for everything. | can't let my mind or heart blame others anymore. And sadly, | can't pity myself for the decisions someone else made for me if that's all he's been doing my entire life. Ever since | can remember myself, | never spoke back at him or disagreed with the things he told me to do. Partially because | wanted to be obedient and prove | was a good kid, even as | grew older. But that wasn't all. Even ten years ago, | knew that | never had enough power to stop his doings or change his vision, so | must understand that | bear some of the faults. Even if only a little bit, even if only because | couldn't stand up for myself. If | didn't drink the tea he gave me the first time. If only | had bitten my tongue in his office and kept my thoughts to myself, | might find a ---- chance to escape. | hate to admit this, but it could be my fault. It could be that | brought this misfortune upon myself. | encouraged him to keep doing as he pleases, as | never bothered to find my voice. | was scared to be heard. Shaking my head, | cover the evidence with a thin blanket and lie back in bed. If | don't look at it, it's not there. For as long as I'm not looking, it'll go away. Everything goes away if | don't look - the bruises, the pain, the memories and even the suffering eventually fade. Even if those things are replaced by numbness, | prefer that over anything. The moment | close my eyes, like a child, | repeat the wish in my mind. | wish the Moon Goddess could have the power to undo the damage and save me from this. From my father and the man who is bound to marry me. From every person who has ill intentions. Make them all go away. ---- Tiredness slowly takes over me, and although my eyes are closed, my eyelids become heavier. When the door to my room opens, | don't have enough strength to look at whoever came to check on me. It must be a doctor or a nurse. My father, as heinous as he is, wouldn't let me die - it would be an easy escape for me and a material loss for him. But when | feel the presence of someone near my bed, and the person leans closer, | quickly realise that it isn't anyone from the hospital staff. "Wakey, wakey, my cheating wife-to-be. Did you think | wouldn't find out about your infidelity if you hid in the rogue cells? Good thing | got the warning about the bastard you were carrying before it was too late. Don't worry, it's gone, and from now on, | will make sure your life is a fucking hell on earth." It is right then | suddenly realise my nightmare is my reality. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!