I am not a maid to you!
- What do you mean? I just wanted you to clean up the dirt in your room. - said the father and added: - I am your father! You must do what I say to 18, because you are my child, Rebecca!
- What? I'm your child? And when were you, my "daddy", when the neighbors' guys beat me and called me a whore? You were drunk then! - she slammed the door and ran into her room.
Rebecca hated her father. Since her mother died, she has remained completely alone: without support, without money and without love!
* knocking on the door *
- Rebecca, we have to talk like adults! Now leave the room and talk to me. - the father understood that he was wrong, but did not know how to act correctly. In response, he did not hear anything. Rebecca sat in the corner of her dirty room and cried.
“Okay, we'll talk tomorrow, if you're so stubborn.” I just wanted you to clean up in your room, because tomorrow the social service will come. They can take you to the orphanage if they see a critical situation. - he took a deep breath. - Know that no matter how bad you think about me, I am still your father and still love you!
- YOU A LIAR AND ASSHOLE! - it was heard from behind the door. - “You left mom to die alone, and you tied me to a chair so that I could watch her bleeding and dying! You bastard!”
He went down to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He grimaced because he preferred vodka or brandy. It was empty in the fridge and he remembered Rebecca’s subtle body contours.
- Rebecca! I have something to tell you! Please listen to me! - he climbed to her room with a rope in his hand. He walked over to Rebecca’s room and pulled the handle. The room was locked. Her father walked away from the room and suddenly, with acceleration, he kicked out the door! Rebecca lay on her bed and sobbed.
- Get up! I SAID THAT YOU SHOULD TALK TO ME!
- I do not want to talk to you! Get out of my life! - she shouted through tears.
- You regret your words! - father hit her in the face.
He pulled out a rope and strapped her arms and legs to the bed. Rebecca screamed and cried, she cried and screamed!
- Get dirty slut! - he once again hit her in the face, and then tore all her clothes.
- Fuck off! I hate you! - these were one of the last words Rebecca said. On the morning after that, the police found the mutilated body of a little girl of thirteen years old and her father, who committed suicide.
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