44: ".....HATED HIM...."

Daniella walked out of her room, slamming the heels of her shoes on the floor with a thud. You will think she wants to create attention to the human beings around her, but no, she was doing them on purpose.

"Darling, you can't be wearing that," warned her mother as soon as she saw her climb down the stairs.

She was in her red-bottomed heels, yellow dress and some red lipstick smeared accurately on her lips. Her eyes today were given an additional eyelash that flickered every time she glanced at her mother.

"Why mom?" She asked provocatively.

"Sweetheart, your dad is cold in the mortuary, you need to be in your mourning gear, not happy-cheeky summer clothes with the heels!" Said her mum in a stern voice. Daniella in return glared at her and moved closer to her.

"I think you should stop pretending mum because deep down I know you are happy he is out of your air, you are breathing a warm nice air and doing a happy dance with your soul, so stop bluffing," 

"Enough! Enough of this, what have said is you go back to your room and change back into the cloth you left hanging on your mirror!" Said Her mother before pushing her out of the way.

Daniella climbed up the stairs, throwing her shoe at every step she takes to her room.

She plucked the dress from the mirror and looked at it with a disgusted look.

Just on Monday, she wanted to dress in black to mourn her father, to mourn the only person who had shown her love in this world. But after the narration given to her by Vin, she hated the colour, 

"What is the reason to cry over a rapist? A pretender?" She asked herself in the mirror.

Her selection stood there looking at her without any reply, not the way it always mocked her when she wanted answers about some things in her life.

"So you don't have a reply today?" She questioned her reflection before unzipping her dress and getting warm in the black.

"Daniella, you can't be showing everyone that you wanted your dad to die, baby, I wanted the same too but if you go on, they might be held us responsible for his death which we are not!' Amanda reprimanded her daughter while standing at the door.

Daniella did not respond, she removed her black heels from the shoe rack and wore them before walking past her mother to the living room.

" I've always wanted to tell you about your dad, but I couldn't, I wanted you to love him though he was not ready to love you, Daniella." Mrs Amanda spoke while sitting opposite Daniella. 

Daniella lifted her eyes away from her phone and looked at her mother.

"Your dad is a powerful man, sorry 'was' I couldn't leave him because he would have tracked me down and killed me for running away, I remember the first day I met him, I hated him because of how he handled me, he forcefully forced me into marrying him, after I refused to marry him he had my family killed and then forcefully married me. We stayed for two years without a child and then she brought another woman in. This woman took over and I was made a slAve in my own house. I was forced to watch them have sex and sometimes they forced me down when I just want to participate in their kinky behaviours. One day when I told him I was pregnant, he beat me up and told me that he wasn't ready to be a father, he even made me go to the abortion clinic but it was unsuccessful. All this time during my pregnancy I wasn't given attention. I was locked in my room for reasons I don't understand. 

When I gave birth to you I was happy and wanted to do anything to make sure that you stayed in the world but that was not what your father wanted, the circle scars in your thighs he burnt them using cigarettes so that you will die but you were strong Daniella." Finished her mother sobbing.

Daniella felt sorry for her and moved to her seat to calm her down. The new information she got about her dad was shocking even to her. Then she started placing every puzzle to the equation. The reasons why her dad rarely cane to her rescue, why he has never attended any of her recitals, dances though her mother tried to come to some. 

"You know the day you were fighting he was in my room calming me down," said Daniella holding her mother.

"Did he touch you anywhere inappropriately?" Asked her mother with a worried look in her eyes.

"No, he was just asking if I was fine, and now I realize that perhaps he wanted something from me and it was a faking concern mom," said Daniella in a sarcastic tone.

"Uh, thank God!" Breathed her mum. 

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