The Accident – Part l

Disgust, hatred, rage, and anguish. The moment his fingers touched the jagged scar, pure pain seeped through her body. The pain and hatred she had been holding inside, as well as the scar of all the suffering she had been hiding for years, came to the fore. Ophelia could not look up to meet his gaze as she drew her legs closer to her chest, hugging herself to conceal what was not meant to be seen. Onyx's warm arms encircled her as she felt the bed dip beside her. He drew her close, her head resting on his chest, and he draped a duvet over her naked body as she clung to him for dear life.
Her body quivered as tears streamed down her face as memories of the years of suffering rushed through her mind. She couldn't feel anything but the agony of the past and his soothing touch. His hand ran reassuringly down her back as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Her sobs turned into hiccups and she felt him suck in a deep breath.
"Who did this to you?" He asked and her fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt tighter.
"My mother." Her voice came as a faint whisper and his hold tightened around her.
"Do you-" he paused, and she could feel him looking down at her. "Do you want to talk about it?" He inquired, and Ophelia gulped. A few moments passed and she breathed out.
"I-I have been hiding this hideous scar for about twenty years now. For years, I kept it hidden so no one could see it and ask me how I got it. Because I didn't want to answer back and relive those memories. I just wanted to forget I had it at all."
"It's okay if you don't want to-" he placed a kiss on her head and she shook her head.
"I-I want to tell you." Ophelia sat up and sniffed. "You've already seen it, and I want you to know how I got it." She looked up to see Onyx looking down at her with respect and admiration in his eyes. He nodded as he gently grasped her cheek in his hand. Ophelia sighed and lowered her gaze to her lap.
"She was a model, my biological mother. I mean she wanted to be a model but was struggling when she met my father. She found out she was pregnant with me and wanted to abort me. Her biggest gig was coming up, and I was ruining her body." Ophelia chuckled bitterly. "But my father didn't let her and from the moment I was born, I was reminded that she didn't want me. I was constantly reminded that it was my fault that her life and career had been ruined. My nanny had told me that she even refused to breastfeed me. And I had to survive on a tiny bottle of formula. They fought over it numerous times as my father demanded that she take better care of me. From there, things went downhill. When I was four, she began coming home late and using drugs. They were constantly fighting, and when my father left the house enraged, she would beat me." She could hear Onyx's breath hitch but continued with her story.

"The next year, things got really bad, and she began bringing random men home at night. I recall those monsters' disgusting eyes on my tiny frame, and some even laid their filthy hands on me. And that woman only laughed as I screamed and cried." Onyx's arms drew Ophelia into his chest as she hissed.
"I'd hide behind doors, cupboards, or bathrooms so they couldn't find me, and that woman would just smirk and laugh at me. My father was away on business for the majority of those years, leaving me alone with that monster of a mother."
"I turned six and she started making do chores. I remember breaking a cup. It was of course brought with my father's money, but she had beaten me to the point I couldn't even cry. Fortunately, my Nona was visiting that day and saved me. She drove me to her house, where she lived with her younger daughter. I stayed there for a few days and had peace for the first time in a long time. Nona took excellent care of me; she fed me, bathed me, played with me, and changed my badges. I was happy. My so-called aunt, on the other hand, was not. She was a carbon copy of her older sister, and the torture began the moment Nona left for some urgent work. Her friends were visiting and she had ordered me to bring water. I had accidentally spilt some water on her friend, and she had dragged me to the bathroom and dunked me in cold water. Later, she threw me out of the house, soaked in water in the dead of winter. I was shivering from the cold and losing feeling in my fingers when my mother pulled over in front of me-"

Flashback:

Little Ophelia peered up through her slightly frozen eyelashes at the woman who had given birth to her in the driver's seat. Leona says nothing as her hands are firmly gripped on the steering wheel. After a few moments, she turned her head toward Ophelia. A flash of warning was all it took for little Ophelia to open the car door with her tiny shaking hands and slip inside. The car was nice and warm. Warmer then outside. Ophelia buckled her seatbelt, just as her father had taught her, and sat quietly. Ophelia shivered gradually over time as she looked out the window as her mother began driving.

Ophelia's tiny eyes had closed due to exhaustion, and she had gradually drifted off to a light slumber. But it didn't take long for her to wake up when the car came into contact with something.
Little Ophelia's eyes widened in horror when she saw Leona driving down the road like a maniac. Leona began overtaking cars like a crazed lunatic and cruising way above the speed limit through traffic.
"M-mommy?" She was scared and her voice was quivering.