I'm fucking tired of Tom and Zendaya. Like no, I don't want them in my feed. STOP. No hate but that's like MY opinion and I don't like their hype. #sorrynotsorry.

She took off her gloves and I saw her skin.

"Here" she held her hands out for me to hold.

I softly rubbed and examined them. It wouldn't take a genius to find what had happened.

"These are-"

"Burn marks, I know" she completed my sentence and chuckled.

Her whole palm and a bit of wrist had those thick reddish-white skin all over.

I looked at her face and she smiled. "Now don't pity me. I'll hate yo-"

"fuck no. I'm not pitying you. Never" I kissed her lips hard to assure her. We sat in each other's embrace for a long time when she spoke.

"My dad was in his early twenties when he impregnated my mom. He didn't want the child, but she kept me nonetheless. He would always tell her to abort me, but she never did. After so much of mental trauma... I was born. She raised me so well. She worked damn hard to feed me and herself" Avha paused and took a deep breath. I gave her the pineapple juice and she gulped it down.

She continued once she drank it and I kept on rubbing comfortable circles inside mine, I mean her hoodie on her skin to calm her down.

"I was 10 when she died in a shooting. Never for once, I had felt what I felt at that moment. I didn't cry tho. I thought I would cry, break down, or feel something. but I didn't. Not even a bit. The officers were nice enough to arrange her funeral and take care of me and after a few days they handed me to my dad- legal process and things"

I stroked her cheeks and she smiled at me hesitantly. Leaning forwards she pecked my lips.

"Dad never really wanted me and he made sure I knew it. He would make his meals tell me to make mine. It felt like I was never there in the house. He really wasn't there for me, nothing. Except he'd pay my fees. He'd pay them. Generous soul" she spat sarcastically and I knew my baby had bottled up shit throughout her life. she needed to vent. Needed to get it all out. If she didn't, she'd harm herself more. My baby needs me. So fucking much.

"Things were going fine. I'd work my butt off and save money. Feed me and survive. Had a nice boyfriend, you know that bad boy types? That one. We were together for months and were happy. But before prom, he broke up and had circulated our sex tape." She laughed and that was not a good one, I swear. It made me shiver and angry.

"He made me and my body a fun piece of meat. Everybody saw it. It was consensual- granted, but I didn't know he had a clip of it. Everyone, like a stupid bunch of teens they were, bullied me. Called me names" she chuckled and played with her fingers to calm herself. But fuck if I'd get my hands on that motherfucking asshole of a guy.

"It was after 8 years of emptiness, months of bullying- time to leave the place when 'dad' gave me a permanent gift. He woke me up and tied my hands and legs. Put my hands in the hot boiling water. Caro, I had screamed for help, begged to be forgiven. forgiven for being born and being a burden on him. Apparently, he came to know about that clip and he felt humiliated. I had cried so much. After 8 years I had cried but he didn't listen. The whole day, which was the day I was born he'd put my hands in the boiling water.

He had specially taken a day off just for that and since we lived near the fields, there weren't many houses around us. Every half an hour he'd come and change the water. Eventually, I had stopped crying and that was the first and last time, I shed tears in those eight years and many years coming after that"

I just want to crush that bastard skull and torture the fuck out of him.

Avha continued. She was a robot now. No fucking emotion in her voice. Cold voice.And that scared the shit outta me.

"I never really had friends before and after that I was a walking zombie until he threw me out of his house in the rain and Caroline took me in. Nobody knew anything. I am good at hiding things. Just after a few months, I tattooed my mum's word" she smiled and showed me her tattoo on the clavicle. '' Tracing those amazing words, I hugged her.

We sat there like that for god knows how long and I swear I'd fucking kill that bastard with my own hands.

"Avha" I cradled her face in my hands and she broke down. The sight of tears falling down her eyes broke me and my heart. Never for once had I felt like that. She sobbed and sobbed mumbling words that made no sense. She kept on crying and crying loudly.

Her loud cries echoed in her room which was her workspace now. She cried so much and I just held her. I let her take it all out and kept on rubbing her back and stroked her hair.

I didn't know I'd cry for anyone, but here I was wiping my tears away secretly from her, for my woman.

I had gently laid her on our bed. She really looked like an angel while sleeping. Kissing her forehead that she loves, I know it, I left for my office.

I would ask Ryan to get information about her dad and those bastards, but I didn't know their name and I'd never run a background check. For no shit in the world would I do that. She'd tell me herself and I'd pay those fuckers a visit. Hopefully, they were alive, I'd make sure they pay and fucking regret every shit that has happened to my girl. Nobody gets away from that. NOBODY.

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I didn't wanna delay anything anymore. Also, I hope it's not rushing or too slow. Let me know your thoughts on it.