Chapter 1
6 years ago……
“WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU IF YOU WERE NOT WORKING?? DO YOU NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR FAMILY? ABOUT YOUR CHILDREN???” A woman screamed at her husband in rage.
“Shut up you bitch, I pay for the food, I pay for your clothes, I pay for everything in this house. What the fuck do ya want now?” The man snapped, currently being under influence like any other day.
The couple went on like this, destroying the house and an innocent girl along.
A little girl who tried to stop their fight.
Who just wanted peace.
Who just wanted the storm to settle down.
Bad idea.
Because the storm wasn’t silenced, instead it swallowed the little girl and her pleas.
Will it always be like this? The girl wondered in defeat.
No, it wouldn’t. Everything will get better as soon as papa and mamma finish their talk. The little girl thought foolishly, hanging on to that last thread of hope.
It didn’t get better.
It never did.
And it never will.
The storm became more violent as time passed.
Stealing a piece of the girl’s soul every time.
3 years later…..
“Father please don’t do this.” The now 13-year-old girl begged her father. For him to have mercy on her only reason to live.
Toby.
The light in her life.
Her sunshine.
Her baby brother.
The man swatted the girl away and said, “You should’ve thought that before hiding him from me, Girly.”
Still, the girl, now weeping loudly, begged again, “Father please don’t do this to him. Do anything to me, but please don’t touch him, please Father. I beg you. Please.”
The man still didn’t listen to her and said, “You’ve hidden that brat long enough from me. It’s time I show him how to become a real man. You’ve kept him in your shadows for too long.”
The little girl lost all hope in this world at that time.
I’m going to let him ruin the reason I’m still breathing? The girl thought bitterly and cursed every single god in this world for not making her strong enough to protect her brother.
I just let my baby brother fall into the devil’s clutches.
And it’s my fault.
Thought the girl, losing a piece of her heart with each echo of a scream.
2 years later…..
Ping!
Ping!
Ping!
What th-
Who the heck is blowing up my phone at 6 in the morning? That should be illegal. Thought the sleepy 15-year-old girl.
The girl sluggishly got out of her bed and went to check her phone.
But what she saw, made sleep disappear from her eyes.
Wait! How in the name of heavens did I get so many views all of a sudden? The girl asked herself.
OMG!!!
TEN MILLION VIEWS OVERNIGHT????
How the heck did this happen?
“I-wh- how?.” The girl mumbled incoherently, unable to form a sentence.
Wait….
If I’m getting this many views on Youtube, does that mean I’m going to make more money?
The girl wondered.
That means that I wouldn’t have to tolerate him anymore. The girl thought further.
Then she started making a plan.
A plan to destroy her father.
A plan to get justice for herself, her mother, and her brother.
A plan to ruin him, worse than he ruined them.
And this time,
It wasn’t the little girl begging for mercy,
It was her father.
