---- 3_ Who did this to you? Faith My father growls, the deep sound emanates out of him threateningly. | don't move or react. He reached my limit, stomped over it and tossed it out the window. There is nothing he could do to me that could destroy me even more than everything he has already done. "You spoiled, entitled bitch!" His hand collides with my cheek; if my body didn't hurt so bad already, | might feel the impact. The slap is nothing compared to what | feel now. "You're just as stupid as your mother. Don't you know that the value of a daughter is half of that of a son? You are my child and, therefore - my property. You do what | say, whether you like it or not. And now, until your wedding day, unless | say otherwise, you're not allowed to leave this room. Think about what you did and reflect on your actions; maybe, one day, you'll understand how selfish you are. Brat!" He screams in my ---- face and storms off. Should | cry? | think | should, but | can't. Something inside me breaks and makes me think that | should feel pity for everything that's happening to me. And yet there's this tiny part inside me that won't stop screaming that | deserve this. And maybe | do. Because | was stupid enough to cling to the thought that one day, my father would see the errors of his vile ways. He would notice the daughter he neglected for years. That he would finally open his eyes and realise, no admit, | am his daughter, his flesh and blood. By hoping that one day he would wake up and become the father | missed, the father | deserved, I'm doing nothing but hurting myself. As my eyes zero in on the closed door, | feel nothing. Nothing but an empty void of all emotion. My father's swearing can still be heard from a distance as | try to get up from the bed, but fail. ---- My legs tremble under my weight as | fear the possibility of falling. I'm too weak and the slight attempt to stand up overwhelms my senses. A whimper of pain escapes me, and though | try to stop the sound, it still echoes off the walls. Last night comes back in flashes of memories, assaulting my mind. | can't remember every detail. Maybe the Moon Goddess answered my prayers, but I'm not sure if it's good or not. Some part of me doesn't want to remember, while others do. Just so | never forget what my father is capable of. The rational parts of my mind agree it would be better if | remembered certain things. For example - whether he used protection. As | try to get up from the bed again, a loud cry escapes me before | can suppress it. Something's definitely wrong with me, and the stranger's promise to be "gentle" had to be a lie. If this is a man's idea of gentle, | would hate to think, and God forbid, experience what is rough. The door to my room opens, and one of the Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!