⚠warning: sexual assault and abuse⚠

AZARIAH SERENE:

"Riah!"

A loud banging on my door had me jolting up from my sleep.

"Open this fucking door!!"

My eyes widened when I realized that he can break the door at any moment.

I got up from my bed and rushed to the door securing the chair more tight around the lock.

"Open this, Riah!"

Gulping hard, I immediately backed away once it swung open.

I backed up on the wall when I saw him looking at me intently.

"Are you deaf?! I have been banging on this door for hours! I asked you not to lock it, didn't I?!"

His voice boomed making me flinch and shut my eyes tightly.

Please not today. Please not today. It's not even 8 in the morning.

"Go bring groceries."

My eyes snapped open and I looked at him.

"Don't forget my stuff." with that he shut the door almost breaking it off of its hinges.

I slouched down the wall, clutching my heart tightly. That definitely shook me to my core.

Freshing up and wearing my clothes, I slowly walked downstairs. I checked the living room and found him there sitting and drinking his usual breakfast. Beer.

I got out of the house and took a sigh of relief. My heart was still pounding in my chest but I could feel my anxiety settling back down.

I walked up to the nearest grocery store I could find and got my items.

"That'll be fifty dollars and twenty nine cents." The cashier spoke looking at me.

I smiled at her and took out my wallet, checking if I had enough or not.

I kept my wallet on the counter, "Take all."

The girl popped her gum and kept looking at me under her eye lashes internally asking me if I was nuts.

After counting my oh so large sum of money. She looked back at me and pushed the wallet back to me.

"You're twenty dollars and twenty nine cents short."

Fuck luck! When is it ever on my side?

"Uh... Can I take some things out?" I looked behind me to see people impatiently looking at me.

She nodded. "Uh... The mayo and the bread, please."

She took them out and looked back at her monitor. "It didn't make a dent."

I bit my lip and looked back at my items. It was as if I was playing a game and one wrong move and I am fucked up.

"You can just easily take out the beer cans. It'll do you good." I saw a woman behind me speaking while giving me a once over.

"Uh... No, thank you."

How I wish I could take out the beer cans. But then I'd only be calling death to myself, so I didn't.

After telling her to take out the water, milk, bread, mayo and honey out, it was finally in my budget.

Yay. I saved two cents. How lovely.

I was walking out of the grocery store with only two bags filled with beer in my hand when I saw a convoy of cars coming towards me.

I kept looking at them watching them approach me. I was unable to move. I felt the bags slipping from my hands as my hands grew sweaty and my heart dropped to my stomach.

They stopped right in front of me and a man came out. As soon as I saw him approaching me, I felt my instincts kick in and I started speed walking.

I had approximately took only two steps when my hand was swung back and the bags from my hand dropped.

"Tiny. Where are you going? No introduction for me?" I looked at the man in front of me and instantly knew he was connected to mafia.

What gave it away? Oh nothing. Maybe his big ass velvet suit that had AJ written on it.

He had salt and pepper hair and had wrinkles all over his face and some big pair of sunglasses on, hiding his eyes from me.

"Alejandro James. AJ. Might have heard of me, eh?" He had a cocky smile on his face. One that told me he is trouble. Utter trouble.

My eyes widened and I felt my mouth go dry.

Alejandro. AJ. Velvet masks.

I don't know why but his aura reminded me of someone. Someone who is the keeper of my past.

"Aww sweetheart. Don't be afraid now. From what I have heard, you're quite sassy for a tiny one like you. Grateful you shall be... I like sassy girls."

Where have I heard his voice before? He sounds awfully familiar.

I felt his hand go to my waist and down, when I pushed him with all the force in me.

"Get lost! How dare you touch me!?"

My insides were closing and a ringing sensation was in my ear telling me to run away.

Suddenly, I saw the bastard smirking and I felt hands on my waist.

I looked behind me and instantly recognized the man. He was the same guy with Mason that night.

I felt adrenaline course through me and when I felt that guy's hands on my thighs I couldn't control my urge to kick him. And that's what I did.

Swinging my leg back, I kicked his tiny guy and elbowed his nose. I swung my head back and with a groan I saw him fall to the ground.

I kept looking at him with fear rising in me. What did I do? What the fuck did I do?!

I looked at Alejandro and saw he was smirking widely at me.

Without thinking twice I picked up the bags and ran without looking back.

"You can run. But you can't hide, tiny!" His chuckle followed after he shouted.

I felt my walls closing in on me as I was running fast. I was shaking and I knew a panic attack was close.

I need to sit. I need to rest.

I thought to myself as I clutched my waist as it started to hurt from all the running.

Once I saw my house, I ran up to it and with trembling hands, I opened the door, looked behind me, entered the house and closed the door.

What was that? Why did he let me run so easily? What have I done?

All these thoughts were ringing in my head as my back was against the door and I was panting from the little run I had.

"Riah! You back?" I heard my dad ask me from the kitchen.

Opening my eyes and taking a deep breath, I walked up to the kitchen and placed the bags there.

I was begining to leave when he said, "Wait."

I froze in my way and didn't dare look back.

He held eye contact with me and picked up the bags checking them.

"It's there. Your beers.... I got them." I said biting my lip, ready to hear an earful.

"Where are my pills?" He asked walking up to me.

"I-I didn't have enough." I peeked under my eyeslashes. Mistake.

Slap!

My head snapped towards my left when I felt a sharp sting on my cheek.

"You never have enough!.....You came home late last night! Where were you?"

"Dad, I swear I was at my job." I spoke immediately as I know he hate late answers.

"At job? Or were you being a whore?!" He slammed me against the wall and my head hit the wall making me see stars for a second.

"Dad. Please. No. I s-swear. Please."

I pleaded with tears running down my eyes with full speed. One after another.

"Worthless! Worthless you are! Just like your mother!"

At the charge of my mother, I couldn't control myself from lashing out at him.

"My mother was nothing of who you are! You're just my step dad who married mom for money! All I see worthless is you! A worthless bastard who finds comfort in raping and beating his dau-"

I didn't realize that I had broken out and my anger was getting the best of me. Well not until he punched me in my nose and grabbed my hair, hitting my head on the wall.

"Fucking bitch! You're nothing. Nothing without me. I did everything for you and you dare talk back at me!?"

Another blow. Another punch. A slap. A kick to my ribs. I don't know for how long he kept kicking me and hitting me but I knew it was for hours.

He begin taking of his belt and that's when my fear rose.

"Please no. Please dad no! No! Please no!"

He grabbed my jaw and looked into my teary eyes with his sinful ones.

"I'll not kill you, Riah. I'll torture you day and night till the day you die. I am going to take everything from you just like you have from me. That's what bitches like you deserve. That's what worthless ones deserve. They deserve to be dead."

He unlocked his belt and flipped me to my stomach, taking my shirt off.

I don't know for how long he kept hitting me, but I just laid there hoping and wishing for a miracle to happen. A miracle that will take me away from this misery.

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"Stop crying, baby. Omma is here for you."

"O-omma. He will take you away from me. P-please. I-I don't want you to leave me too."

"Omma will never. Omma will never leave her baby. Omma loves you."

"I miss you. You said you won't leave me, omma. You did. You lied, omma."

I looked to my right and saw her photo on my nightstand. I clutched it to my heart, hugging it tightly while my tears fell on the glass frame making me feel more worthless and weak.
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Omma means 'mom'. The protagonist is Korean. Keep that in mind.

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