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Chapter one
Standing at the roadside with a heavy heart, tears well up in my eyes. I try flagging down a cab but none of them stop to take me. My legs wobble on the floor and my body quivers weakly as I feel my eyes heavy, but I try to keep them open. There's no way I am going to sleep on the road, right? Well, I had just received the beating of my life as usual and right now, I have to go to work if I don't want to be sacked, which means death for me. Wondering who beat me? Well, it's my father.
After standing at the roadside for what seem like forever, I finally board a cab, and soon we are on the way to the bar where I work as a waitress. Well, I'm on the afternoon shift today and will be coming back home quite late in the night later.
Resting my head on the window and looking out of it, tears well up in my eyes as the thought of my messed-up life come hitting at me. Unlike every other person out there living happily with their family, I am a curse to mine.
Let me introduce myself briefly, my name is Cassie Robert, twenty-two years old cursed and the only child of Mr. Robert. Wondering why I said that I am cursed? Well, as bad as it is, my dad hates me so much because he believes that I am cursed. Do you want to hear my life story? Well, I will just be brief about it. I grew up with my dad who abuses me and make sure that he makes my life a living hell for me. He treated me like a piece of trash and guess what his reason is? He said that I made him lose the most important person in his life, my mother.
According to him, my mom had died barely after she gave birth to me. After the death of my mom, he raised me until I was eight years old before he started giving me the hell of my life. He blamed me for being the reason why mom died, is it my fault? At times I wonder why he had to suffer so much to raise me, only to maltreat me. If he wanted me dead, he could've done that long ago, right? I wonder why he didn't kill me when I was just born. I grew up without the love of family, I was raised a loner. He prohibited me from having friends, and the times I had tried making friends, it didn't end well for me, so I had to give up trying.
With each day that passed, I always prayed that he change one day and learn to accept me, but it seems that it would be the dream that'll never come true for me, as he only grows worsen by the day. When I clocked eighteen, the responsibility of the family shifted to me, and that was how I started working as a waitress. He would come home drunk every night and make sure that he beats me and threatens to kill me. As bad as it is, I don't get to decide on my life, because he has the right to my life and will tell me whatever he wants me to do.
The incident of this morning flashes through my mind, and a pool of fresh tears rolls down my cheeks. Well, I collected my salary yesterday, but he took everything from me and when I tried begging him for some money this morning, he beat me up and left bruises on my body, but thankfully they are in the place that can be covered with cloth. This is what happens every time. I do the work and he spends the money. That's how bad it is.
"We're here, ma'am," The cabby's voice pulls me back to reality and I quickly wipe off my tears. I pay him and hop out of the car before hurrying to the bar, which is just opposite the roadside.
Stepping into the bar, I resume work immediately. The bar is filled with people as usual and the place is kind of noisy. Well, I couldn't expect less.
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