Past
The beginning of the summer vacations. Sehaj was now at the airport of the city her dad lived in.
Sehaj
(I wish I could just go somewhere else... Anywhere but here. I don't want to see Pankaj. It wouldn't hurt if he treated me like he does if I were his stepdaughter, but I'm his own blood!)
Pankaj
Sehaj!! My Sweetheart!!
Pankaj appeared and hugged Sehaj. Sehaj was wearing a halterneck dress, Pankaj intentionally pressed her chest against his to feel up her breasts and rubbed his hands around her bare back
Sehaj
(How come he appeared so suddenly out of nowhere?)
Pankaj quickly rubbed his palm against the side of her breasts and whispered in her ears, fanning his breath
Pankaj
I have craved you so much all this while Sehaj. You made me very unhappy going to university leaving your old man alone here to rot. But no worries, I'll take my revenge, as soon as we reach home
He breaks the hug, stares into her eyes and smiles darkly.
Sehaj
*looks at him scared* (And here starts my REAL GOD-DAMNED LIFE! Where my very own biological father rapes me and makes me to host him and his friends.)
Pankaj wraps his arms around her body intentionally placing his palm over her *ss walking her to his car. Sehaj got seated beside Pankaj in front all stoned staring out of the windows.
We used to be like a very normal happy family. My dad, Pankaj, my mom, Parul and Me. We were all living together happily like a normal average family. But then, seven years ago, fate changed. My dad lost his job. Even after trying he wasn't able to get a job. And so he went into depression and started a severe drinking habit.
Due to this, my mom was forced to work. She used to sell her photographs to a studio and earn a bit of money. My mom was a great photographer, a CEO of a multi-billion dollar company noticed my mom's work and offered her a high paid job. That man had no bad intentions towards mom. He was a very kind man.
But because mom got it all so easily, people started spreading false rumors about my mom sleeping with the CEO in order to get work. This caused Pankaj to doubt my mom. Every day they used to fight. He started gambling all the money mom ever made, his drinking habit got worse, and he started to abuse mom.
Our house was a mess, Mom started hiding her money from dad. She started resisting him. She started staying out of the house often. My mom was beautiful... And I look exactly like my mom. Same eyes, same lips, same face, same body. Exactly like my mom.
One day, I returned late after playing out with my best friend, it was four years ago... I was fourteen then. My dad was drunk, and had just fought with my mom. Mom had herself locked inside her room.
Pankaj
*drunk and furious** Where the fuck have you been hanging out at this time of the night Sehaj?!
Dad shouted at me like a mad man
Sehaj
I... I was with Abhi and Rohit... Playing *said in a scared tone*
He wobbly walked towards me and slapped me hard across my face, I fell on the ground. He squatted and grabbed a fistful of my hair
Pankaj
YOU SLUT! YOU'RE FUCKING TWO MEN BEHIND MY BACK?! WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR, HUH?!
He said, and I was so confused that I couldn't understand what my dad was trying to say, I was only fourteen to understand anything at all.
He pushed me backwards and straightened himself up to unbuckle his belt. He stood up to part my legs and lean on my body adjusting himself between my legs was about to start something forbidden with his own daughter when he felt a hard hit at the back of his head.
Parul
YOU ARE NOT FUCKING MY DAUGHTER PANKAJ!!
It was the voice of my mom
Pankaj held the back of his head and fell on ground
Pankaj grabbed my mom's ankles and pulled her down. She fell on the broken vase and the glass pieces slit her throat and she died on the spot.
I shouted and rushed to hug and cry for my mom, but he didn't let me be at peace with my mom's slow breaths. He stood up wobbly and grabbed me to push me on the ground there and took off his pants.
Sehaj
No! Dad. Please! *folds hands in front of him crying continuously*
He pounced on me, ripped off all of my clothes and I cried in pain, but the devil kept enjoying himself like that mercilessly.
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