Pain

"No, Elie! I want to meet Brysn. Let me go!" I begged, without realizing that my tears were flowing like a river.

"No, Young Lady! Master will get very angry. You can't go out."

"I want to go. Let me go, Bryan...!" I shouted.

"Anka...!" Bryan shouted from outside. He felt my moans, because the inner bond between the two of us was very strong.

"I managed to break out, I don't care if Elie shouted for me, because the most important thing for me right now is his safety.

"Bryan...!" I screamed, my heart hurt, every time my father tortured him. I looked at it slowly. Fresh blood flowed freely from his nose and the bruises on his head and body made me want to cry as hard as I could.

"Anka, what are you doing? Go to your room quickly?" Father shouted, holding a belt. It could be seen from his face that he was very angry.

"Bryan-" I said in a trembling voice, I hugged his body tightly. I cried violently in his arms.

"Don't cry, I'm fine, Anka. Why did you come out?" He said.

"Of course to see how you are."

"I'm okay, I'm a man. Go to your room!"

"No way, I want to be here with you," I said through tears.

Of course I hope that father will be touched and feel a little sorry to see us now. But it turns out my guess was wrong, Dad didn't care at all. He stood his ground. I don't understand what father's heart is actually made of? So he didn't feel the least bit sorry for us, his children.

"Hurry up and go to your room...!" Dad shouted increasingly louder.

"No, I'll stay here!"

"Don't argue, you useless girl!" Shouted my father while trying to drag me into the house, but I was adamant and didn't want to move an inch from this place.

"Anka, please come into the house if you love me! Please?" Bryan asked.

"W-why do you treat us like this? What did we do wrong, Dad? Don't you feel the least bit sorry for us?" I said.

"Don't talk too much, go to your room quickly or-"

"Or what?"

"Or I won't let your brother in until tomorrow!" He answered firmly.

I was speechless, unable to fight, hearing that made me want to die. I am completely resigned to my current situation.

"I hate you, Dad...!" I screamed as loud as I could.

Suddenly the sound of a loud slap drifted over. I don't know who the slap hit. I opened my eyes slowly. I saw Bryan already in front of me. He protected me from Dad's slap. The harsh slap flew across his face.

"Bryan?" I said weakly.

"Anka, please come in!" He said.

Right, maybe I should obey him, I don't want things to get worse. And for the umpteenth time I regret my fate.

I walked slowly towards the door of the house, while occasionally turning my gaze back, lamenting the fate that had not changed.

Ellie greeted me with a sad look at the door. I knew she was concerned about my condition, Ellie covered my wet body with a thick towel.

"Miss, let's change clothes. You will get sick later," he said gently.

"No, I want to wait for Bryan to come in first," I answered.

"Don't be like that, you might get sick."

"No way...!"

Elisabeth couldn't do anything to persuade me. Not long after, Dad and Bryan came into the house. Dad didn't seem to care, he went straight into his room, while Bryan, he just kept quiet. The fresh blood that had come out of his nose was now starting to dry up. I'm very sad, I can't continue to see him treated like that by our own biological father.

I ran over to him, I hugged him tightly. My tears are flowing again and I don't know when these tears will stop, not only in my eyes but in my heart.

"I'm sorry," I said in a shaky voice. I couldn't see his face.

"Why apologize? You're not wrong," answered Bryan, forcing a smile a little.

"This is all my fault, if only I had heard your words, none of this would have happened."

"No Anka, no one can stop Dad. Don't be too sorry, I'm fine," he answered sincerely.

"I hate Dad, I really hate him. I don't want to see him anymore," I shouted emotionally.

"Don't say things like that, after all he is still our father. We have to be devoted to him," said Bryan while gently touching my cheek.

"No, no father can be so cruel to his child. I hate him, I really hate him!"

"Enough, if you say that again. You don't need to think of me as your brother anymore. Because he is my father."

"But why does he never love us?"

"Daddy loves us, Anka."

"No! That's not true."

"Anka, how long will you think about other people besides yourself. Don't be selfish!"

"Why should I think about other people, when no one thinks about me. I just want to die, I hate my life," I shouted.

"You're wrong Anka. You're so wrong, of course someone is thinking about you."

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