Oppressed

Living in this house made me suffer. Not because of the house itself, but because of the people I'm living with in it. They always manage to freaking get on my nerves every single f**king day.

All I ever wanted was to be able to take care of my well-being after not being able to tell others of what I really feel, but these people keeps on ruining it. They always manage to make me feel ashamed and make me hate myself.

If having a family means that you're being oppressed by them, then I'd rather have no family than to feel this way all my life.

"Ella! Why is your face like that? Are you irritated!?"

Asked mother annoyingly while I was on my way to the bathroom, making me look at her surprisingly and shook my head.

This is why I couldn't show my feelings to them. They get angry whenever they see my facial expressions that shows my emotions.

"What? No. Why would I be irritated, mother?"

I said to mother as I continue to look at her with my surprised look to hide my irritation.

"Once you showed us your irritation, you know what will happen next."

Said mother as I now continue to walk towards the bathroom. How could I not know? You always say that to me.

Living in a home where you can't even be yourself and show what you feel. Oh, sorry. I forgot. This isn't a home, it's a prison. A prison disguised as a house. I can only go out of this place whenever I have to take our pet dogs out for a walk or whenever I go to school. I hate this.

Later on, I felt so sad out of nowhere while I'm now laying on the couch. I am on the urge of crying when my father suddenly pops up on our living room, making me force myself to stop from crying.

Thank goodness he didn't noticed. The worst-case scenario when he caught me crying is that they'll seal the thought of me having a secret relationship that ends with a break up. As if I have a boyfriend that I hide from them! God! Their imaginations are so narrow! Can't they just think that I'm crying because I feel so suffocated living under their roof!?

"Ella! Where are you!"

Called my younger sister to me as she goes down the stairs, making me look at her and get up to sit.

"Here, why?"

I replied to my younger sister as I continue to look at her.

"Watch this video."

Answered my younger sister as she stand near me, shows me her phone and played the video. Omg that's hilarious! After the video ended, both of us are laughing our lungs out.

"What the heck!? What kind of laugh was that!? How could you laugh like that when the two of you are girls!"

Said father from the garage, making me and my younger sister's laugh change into silence.

"What the f**k? We're just only laughing because we're happy and there he goes complaining about our laughs."

Said my younger sister while glaring at the window that shows us the garage. Yes! Louder! Parents needs to hear this!

As much as I hate my younger sister, I still love her because we share the same thought. Not all the time, not most of the time, but only whenever it's related to some ridiculous and hilarious stuffs or whenever were being scolded by our father.

"It's always like that. 'Girls should do this'. 'Girls should do that'. Can't he just let us do the things that make us smile and happy?"

I asked while I'm also glaring at the window that shows us the garage.

This is the 21st century for f**k's sake! Girls and boys of this generation and future generations shouldn't be chained by the older generations on their beliefs of how girls and boys should act according to their genders!

"Ella! Come here with your younger sister this instance!"

Called father, making me and my younger sister leave our phones on the couch and quickly ran towards the garage.

He's wiping his expensive car dry. Wow. Such care for his property, eh.

"Go take a rag to wipe dry this car so that we can cover it."

Ordered fathe to both my younger sister and me while he's still wiping his expensive property dry. I hate this.

Me and my youner sister quietly walk towards the very back of the garage to take a rag from there. How am I supposed to finish a chapter now? After wiping this crap dry, we'll cover it, then I'll walk our pet dogs out to let them do their business. Oh, f**k this crap.

After taking a rag, my and my youner sister walk towards the freaking car and began wiping it dry.

"What the heck. I was busy writing a chapter for my story, then you want me to do this instead of doing what I love? Are you kidding me?"

I whispered complaining while still wiping his f**king car dry. As I continue to wipe this freaking crap, I am avoiding father's eyes. I hate looking at the face of the person I don't like. They make me wanna puke.

"Ella."

Restraint my younger sister as she also continues to wipe the crappy expensive car. I just ignored her and continued on wiping.

When we finally finished wiping and covering it up, I quickly ran towards the back of the garage, take a leash and take one of our pet dogs outside.

He's really getting on my nerves. I just couldn't take it no more. How long do I have to endure this?

"Ella!"

Called my younger sister from afar, making me and our pet dog look at her. As soon as she stands in front of me...

"I think father heard what you said earlier."

Said my younger sister as she now looks at me.

As soon as I get back to the house, father scolded me and my sister for half an hour. Yep. Oppressed. My younger sister and I are being oppressed at the moment. Being forbidden to show emotions nor feelings.