My trial date's getting closer, at least I think it is. Days blur by in a haze when you're locked away like an aminal. Oh, John, my love, why did you have to reject me? I would've worshipped you, unlike Kate. That whore is still breathing somewhere out there, along with her two children. If I ever manage to get out of here (which I doubt! Unless they send me to another hospital, then maybe I can escape) her and those brats will be the first I go after!
But enough about them. I need to save room for my story; my only 'legacy'. Maybe the public will finally understand MY point of view!
So, where was I? Oh, yes...My twin sister Veera had run away and now it was just me and Father. But as the years passed, I started to regret not joining with Veera.
One night, I remember sitting at my dresser mirror; delicately covering up a bruise near my eye - from Father, of course. The older I got, the more violent he was to me. But this was my norm. And despite my better judgement, I still loved him. And I had thought, hopefully, that he still loved me.
But I was stuck. I was in my mid to late twenties and I still looked as though I was trapped inside the body of a child. And that's how still feel now to this day! Father was losing interest in me. We hadn't made love in almost a month now. Not even on his drunken nights did he take me without consent. Some twisted part of my mind even missed that. At least when he raped me he was touching me; but nowadays he wouldn't touch me at all.
Am I really that ugly, I thought, am I really that much of a freak that my old man didn't desire me anymore? No! I wouldn't have it! I was going to win him back.
Father wasn't home yet, and lately this has become more of a thing as well; leaving me alone to worry and wonder where he's been off to for so many hours. Was he...could he be cheating on me?! I quickly shook my head. No! I couldn't bare to think such things were true. He still loved me, I know he does. I just had to remind him what he's been missing.
I used makeup to cover up the rest of the bruises and dolled my face up even more; complete with lipstick the shade of blood red. I curled my hair and picked out the sexiest black dress I owned. Then I went in his room to light some candles and scattered rose petals on the bed. I wanted tonight to be extra romantic. This had to work!
Finally, I heard the front door open and I quickly lay on the bed in a seductive pose, waiting for him to find me.
I smile as the bedroom door starts to open.
"Hello, daddy," I greeted him. But to my horror, he wasn't alone. A blonde woman clinged to his side as they stumble through the door. They were clearly both drunk and the woman was already half naked.
I felt my heart sank in that very moment. So it was true; he was cheating.
They both stopped to stare at me in shock, but I could see the rage in my Father's eyes.
"What the FUCK is this?!" He demanded, "What are you doing in my room?"
I could already feel the tears swelling in my eyes. I blinked and my dark mascara rolls down my cheeks.
"You mean OUR room! Or it used to be!" I couldn't help but cry now. "I did all of this for YOU! For us! And who the hell is she?!" I glared at the woman he was still holding onto.
"I'm Irene," she slurred, "And who are you, little girl?"
I glared at her furiously, "Fuck you, whore! I'm NOT a little girl!" I get up from the bed now, stepping closer to my Father.
"How?" I demanded; hurt and crushed beyong repair, "How could you? After ALL we've been through?! You told me you loved me!"
My Father staggered closer, letting go of Irene, but that look of hatred was still burning in his eyes.
"Just look at yourself! Look like a damn prostitute, a tramp!" He yelled in my face. He might as well had slapped me just then; that's how much his words stinged.I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"When's it gonna get through your thick head, Leena?! You're NOT a real woman! And you NEVER will be!"
"Oh, so this slut you bring into our home is?!" I fire back, but immediately regretted it as my Father backhanded me across the face, hard enough to send me to the floor.
I felt so heartbroken, my cries turned into sobs which angered my Father more and he kicked me in the ribs. I screamed in pain.
"SHUT UP!" He bellowed, and I thought he was going to kick me again but Irene stepped in. She had other plans.
"Aw, don't be so rough with her, darling. She's so small you might break her. She's cute, you know. A perfect little 'toy'..."
I didn't like the sound of that. I was used to my Father taking advantage of me, but not this woman, this stranger. But Father didn't care about me anymore, that was clear to me now. I was in too much pain to fight back as he picked me up and threw me onto the bed. Irene and him then proceeded to tie my arms to the bedpost.
The romantic evening I had planned to bring my Father back to me was now turning into a living nightmare...no, a living Hell, as Father and his new 'girlfriend' had their way with me. And it seemed to never stop.
This torture lasted for weeks, with me as their 'little doll'...