I can't believe this; the woman who gave birth to me slapped me. She was standing in front of me like an angry volcano that will burst anytime soon. Tears are threatening to come out but I blinked it back, they are not worth seeing my tears.

"How dare you come here after you are whoring around with him." my mom yelled and raised her hand once again to slap me. When her hand contacted my sensitive skin for the second time, I fell on the floor and groaned in pain.


On the other hand, my dad gave me a disguising look that says I have committed all kinds of unforgivable Sins.

"Get out of my home, right now!" My mom threw a suitcase on my face. "I packed all your things, just leave and don't ever come back." She snarled like a lion. The woman who carried me in her womb for nine months doesn't want to see me again.

"Please mom, don't do this." I pleaded with them and looked at my brother for help. "Please Zach." I cried but he turned his back, stabbing me on my back.


When I was young, my brother was there for me as a protecting shield whenever I get myself into trouble. He was my Guardian Angel which God has given to me.

"Zach!" I yelled out of agony to gain his attention. How he could do this like I'm nothing to him.


"Don't call my name." He snapped and pulled me up by my shoulder. He has a strong grip on my shoulder that made me flinch with pain.

"Don't ever use our name. We are ashamed of you. You lost the right to be a family member." With that, he pushed me down on the ground then threw the luggage before shut the door with a loud bang.

Blood dripped out of my knees where I got the hard hit when he pushed me on the ground. My pant ripped open and I could see my flesh soaked with red.

Slowly, I stood up and grabbed the luggage, advising myself to leave the place before they would change their mind and do something worst.

Giving one last glance to my home where I have spent a happy time with my family, I began to walk not knowing where to go.

I walked where my legs are carrying me until I reached the bus stop but have no idea why I came here. Maybe this place is used to be a home for homeless people. That's why my legs carried me here.

I am afraid of the darkness because it brings bad memory but not today. My own family does not want me anymore in their life. They are ashamed of me because I didn't do what they have asked me to. I'm not a good daughter.

I laid my head on the pillar and clutched my bag towards my chest thinking where to go. My eyelids get heavy and I fell asleep on the bus stand.

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I opened my eyes when I felt the sun rays fall on my face then closed it again. Oh god! Who opened the curtain this morning? Can't I have some peaceful sleep? I groaned but felt a hard object underneath me.

It's not my comfy bed.

Then the realization hit me like thunder. I am not in my home sleeping peacefully in my comfy bed like I use to be, instead, I am at the bus stop abandoned by my family.

To be continued---

I recalled the yesterday incident and my chest felt heavy. It seems someone put a heavy weight on me.

I glanced at my wristwatch and it shows eight in the morning but yet I didn't call him. Probably he is looking for me. I took my phone to make a call but the battery was dead.

Ughhh!! Everyone turned their back to me. Even my phone is not helping.

I used a public restroom to get refresh and stood in front of the mirror to saw my image. It looks so horrible, my left cheek has printed by ten fingers. I ran my hands through my face but flinched when I touched the throbbing skin.

I splashed the water over my face and used the hem of my t-shirt to get rid of the water drop on my face.

Time to face him. I let out a long sigh before grabbing the luggage and made my way outside of the restroom but stopped when I saw a familiar face speaking with someone showing them a photo. His hair was totally in a mess like he has raked it many times through his finger. He looked like a lost puppy.

I just stood there watching him wandering here and there showing a photo to everyone. I could assume he is showing them a photo of me. When he turned, our eyes met. Without wasting another second he ran towards me and embraced me in his arms.

He cupped my face but I flinched when his hand contacted my left cheek. He immediately let go of my face and started to inspect me. He eyed me up and down and his eyes landed on my knees where my pant was ripped open showing my red flesh.

He inhaled deeply before he spoke. "What are you doing here? Are you planning to leave me?" He asked painfully. "You should have called me when those stupid bastards were treating you like trash." His eyes turned into darkness.

I found no words, so I stayed silent. He took my silence as a cue and led me towards his car.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked once he started the car.

"To my place." He sternly answered and sped up the car.

"I can't." I whispered which made his blood boiled in anger but he didn't say any words but his actions said otherwise. His knuckles turned white because of the strong grip he has on the steering.

I have no energy to argue with him so I gave up.