Chapter 1

Lyra Pov -

It's been 19 years since he had taken me away from my home.

"Will I ever be free again, Will I ever be happy? " These questions are eating me up these days. I don't know how I survived till now but these days it's slowly getting more difficult. I don't know when I looked at myself in the mirror the last time.

The only thing I remember is my sapphire silver eyes which is also the reason I hate seeing myself; they make sure to remind me about the misery I am living through.

I felt something warm making contact with my skin and immediately turned back to see him standing with empty bucket in his hands and I knew it was him.

I wanted to scream, louder till my lungs blasted but I was not able to. I tried to move from my very own place when pain kicked in.

Pain is all I felt. I could feel pain burning inside my bones.This pain was torturing me both physically and mentally.

"You dirty little thing." I heard him shout. His shouting always made my heartbeat rise, not in a good way. I hurriedly started cleaning the table which had warm liquid spilled on it.

"You…ruined it again" He pointed at me and rushed to the place I was standing and turned me around, so he could get clear access to my face.

"It was an accident…I didn't know what to put" I told him the truth but his actions told me he didn't like my answer.

He slapped me hard and I knew why. I messed up with his drink. But the problem lies in him, he drinks multiple drinks in a day. It's quite hard to remember when you don't know how to read.

Yes..I don't know how to read. I was ten when they brought me here and I was caged from then. He told me that my parents wanted me dead. They even staged my death in front of many people and rejoiced in my death.

He said I was a burden for them and that I should be grateful that he let me stay with him. He even has a video about my death.

"It was an accident…"I said, not making eye contact with him. He pulled my hand forward and started dragging me towards the drawing room. I tried to free myself but I was a helpless case.

He dropped my hands and started unbuckling his belt. He pulled his belt and swung it in the air. He was going to do it again and I was not completely recovered from last time.

"How you little piece of garbage don't know the difference yet. You want to kill me right!" He said those words dangerously when he took a step forward.

"I was…ahh" He struck his belt right on my face. I knew my face would swell badly. He stroked his belt again and again until I looked like a lifeless body.

He looked in my direction and gestured to me to stand up. I tried getting up but failed.

Then my tears flooded my eyes. I never cried because of the beating. It's not that it didn't hurt. But most of the time I cried because of my incapability, because of how weak I presented myself before him.

"Come here" He commanded with his rough voice. I was shaking in fear. After every beating he would pretend like he is a nice person which disgusted me to the core. I slowly stood with nearby support and walked up to him.

He pulled my hands but this time a bit gently. Something was not right, my mind whispered to me but I followed him without arguing. He took me to the kitchen and he sat down on the chair. I stood there waiting for my upcoming beating.

"Sit here" He pointed to his lap and suddenly I had the urge to vomit on him. He was disgusting in all forms.

"I said come here" He shouted with his rough voice which was more than enough for me to go near him. Seeing me move he was satisfied, again I stood near him.

"Stop behaving like a brat" This time he pulled me to his lap and made me sit on between his legs. His left hand was placed on my stomach while his right hand was searching for something on the table.

I was grossed by his actions.

I wanted to kill him.

I wanted him dead.

More than that I wish I was dead. I hated myself for being weak in front of him.

Within the blink of time I felt something black powdery being pushed inside my mouth. It was a different taste which burned my throat. I pushed his hands and fell on the ground and started coughing in order to remove the substance out of my mouth.

He got up from the chair and was coming in my direction when his cell phone started ringing and he walked out. I got up slowly taking the support from the wall.

I needed to clean up before he came so I walked upstairs. My legs felt jelly. It was hard to walk. With each step I could feel my bones cracking. I opened my room and my door made a clunk sound. My room was simple, No colours on the walls, no window, one single blanket and a bed.

I walked to the small bathroom in my room and when I looked at my appearance in my mirror, I didn't look like a human. My eyes were red. I could clearly see my bones. My hair was a mess. I looked ugly.

My eyes filled with tears and I cried my heart out for all the things happening. I needed to escape. I knew it was an impossible thing but I needed to do it somehow I wanted to escape this hell.

I washed my face and once again looked in my mirror. The mirror shouting you are ugly to me. I was not dreaming but the mirror was mocking me.

I came out of the bathroom and walked up to my small bed looking at my bed. Last night events came flooding inside my head.

"I will kill him" I whispered slowly.

"I will kill him myself" I repeated to myself. This was a promise I made to myself the first time I was bought here.

"LYRA…" I heard him shout my name. I had zero energy to run and report him like a good soldier. I wished I disappeared from here.

I heard his footsteps coming closer to my room. So I went and locked my room and sat near the wall covering my ears. I knew it was a stupid thing to do.

I heard his footsteps getting louder and louder,making my heartbeat increase ten times faster. I could feel him standing near my door. He tried pushing the knob of the door and when it didn't open.

"Open the door LYRA.." He shouted and started banging the door. First it was just his hands but after a few seconds he started kicking the door with his foot.

"Open the fucking door Lyra if you don't want to die after my beating" He said angrily kicking the door furiously.

Today is the day I will die.