MUTE AND ABUSED MATE novel Chapter 7

Fleurie's point of view:

I suppose I tried pretty hard to fight back the first two or three times the scumbag hit me. But I gradually realized that when you try to physically defend yourself against a man who is bigger, rougher, and stronger than you, you wind up inflicting more harm to yourself than to him. Not only would I be damaged from the blows that scumbag inflicted on me, but also from my own attempts to defend myself. I eventually learnt how to crouch away in a safe manner. Retaliation was no longer a possibility.

and I did this yesterday, the day before, and the year before that.

I cooked for him this morning, but I didn't get any food today as well.

There was pushing and shoving and throwing stuff at me at my previous school, and there was one of the students that were squirted squirting me with ketchup and had Skittles candy thrown at me in the cafeteria.

I wish I had never lived a life where I fought with my body, leaving behind persistent scars that will never go away.

Life is quite brutal. It throws messed-up stuff at you wherever you go.

I truly despise life.

I did not choose to be born on this planet.

I didn't want my mum to die.

I didn't beg for my brother to flee and abandon me.

I did not request that my scumbag of a father be screwed up in the head.

I only hope I could find a refuge to spare me from all of this, but I know there isn't one.

Walking to school is a miracle for me since when I woke up this morning, I was sore and couldn't even walk properly due to my broken physique.

The sight of school makes me worry if those girls would return or if the other guy will start stalking me once more.

Walking to my locker silently with my hood up, taking out the books I need, and walking to my first class, which is math, and properly that guy will be there, because yesterday when he tried to talk to me, I felt something pulling me to him, making me want to hug or pull him to a kiss, which is strange because I've never felt that way before.

"Some of my friends are coming to supper here, so I want to cook you dinner and not attempt to do something foolish," she says. He stated this while forcefully grabbing my chin, and I know it will leave marks.

I go upstairs to my "bedroom," which has simple white walls and a little, cornered bed.

I changed out of my school attire and put on some more comfy ones.

I went downstairs to cook his customary meal, but I quadrupled the quantity and didn't put as much care into the dishes.

I set the dishes on the table and, as much as I want to go, I know I can't, so I'll be standing at the far end of the table, waiting for him to dismiss me.

Laughter rang out throughout the house, a door slammed shut, and footsteps approached. Here comes the scumbag and his pals, sitting on those chairs, without even looking at me, and that was exactly what I wanted. I've never desired attention in my life.

But it appears that I shall never obtain my wish.

"Come here right now, you bitch." He summoned me as usual, and I obeyed as usual.