I'm a fading wave

'This chapter is from the perspective of Siana'

Independence, freedom, happiness, affection. These words feel so foreign in my tongue. I was never lucky to enjoy atleast one of these moments. They seem like a golden ticket, no matter how hard you work... you'll never be able to have it! I'm twenty years old and neither do I have someone to care about or someone who'll take care of me. I just have one goal in my life, to leave this monster and never look back. But it's not gonna happen. You might think why am I so negative. But if there's a reason why I've become the person I am today... it's because of him... Dima!

My mother died while giving birth to me. But I never felt her absence as my father was always there for me. But his promise of always being with me wasn't long-standing. When I was seven years old, he suffered a cardiac arrest. The one agreement he had was his friend Dima will have to take care of me till I turn 18. Dima was my father's friend from a long time, he used to come constantly and meet us. He was a widower like my dad, he seemed really sweet. But I never would've known as angel would leave me that day, and lock me in a demon's cage.

I still remember every single thing that happened on the day my father died, we cremated him and packed my things from our house, he already seemed harsh and kept pushing me to pack everything faster and once I was done, he dragged me to his house and slammed me on the wall and looked at me with so much of hate, he looked frustrated and his words stung like a bee... though I couldn't understand much of what he said. He pulled my hands and said "you annoying brat, you'll listen to whatever I say and if you don't I'll hit you everyday, I'll say everyone that your father died because of you!" I never expected to have such a traumatic experience, I was still greaving and he blames me for the death of my father. I just stood there with shock, tears filled my eyes and my hands were held up like I was being punished.

He threatened me every single day, abused me. He made me beg in the streets but when I started escaping he locked me for months inside his house. He's a drunkard, every day was monstrous. I had to wake up in the cold, devilish embrace of a demon who did nothing but hit me and made me work for him. Cooking for him, cleaning his mess and getting threatened by him had become a normal chore.

I thought everything would become alright once I leave this house when I turn eighteen, but he proved me that I'm supposed to be here under him, controlled, abused and threatened. I'll always have to live under his shadow. I can never be free. He knows,I can never leave him and it's makes him happy, enthralled!

He lets me take care of his shop. In the last two years, this is the only place which gives me solace. It benefits him as he can get drunk and hit me again once I go home, but these marks don't hurt anymore. But the thought of being with him has become an unhealed scar which will never heal. flowers have always been so fascinating to me, my dad used to get me flowers everyday and tell me a lot about them. So being a florist makes me happy. I've started accepting the fact that I'm never gonna be free!