<< Anah's P.O.V >>
Stepping on to our familiar 'welcoming' porch, a frosty shiver rushes down my spine; my sixth sense was on high alert. Something horrible is going to happen, I can literally feel it in my bones.
'This is bad, can the day get any worse,' I think to myself, staring at the pattern carved onto our door.
Clutching tightly onto my copy of the house key, I take a deep breath and insert the key. As the key clicks open, I get ready for the attack like walking into enemy land in the middle of a deadly war. Despite my efforts to avoid announcing my entrance, our old wooden door was not on my side and it let out a loud squeaky scream. Letting out a heavy sigh, I get out of my shoes and head towards my room, when I hear a crash. This makes me jump, followed by my dad scream at my mom about I don't know what. Hoping to avoid them, I try sneaking past without getting notice, only to fail miserably.
"Here comes your useless daughter! This is what I get for marrying you, you couldn't even give me an heir!" my father's despicable words make me stop and head to protect my mother. She did not deserve those words, no woman deserves those words coming out of her husband's mouth, especially after knowing how biology works. This is where education should be used, to avoid such ridiculous belief passed down from our uneducated ancestors.
"Take it back," I mutter under my breath as fear threatens to take over. I watch as my dad's eyes give me a death glare.
"You dare talk back to me! Is this why I sent you to school! Is this what they are teaching you!" he screams on top of his lungs ready. I almost shrink away, afraid he might actually hurt me, not that has ever actually physically hurt us before.
"I said, take your words back!" I say it louder than before, clearer and with more confidence. I stand tall this time, with full confidence; I don't care if my parents wanted me or not, but a woman should never be treated like the way my dad just did.
"You crossed the line. You scream at me; you curse at me but don't blame her for giving birth to me. The gender wasn't her choice and nor was it up to her," I told him, looking dead into his beetle black eyes. Now I had done it, this is going to get me in big trouble, but enough is enough. I don't let my silence linger more than necessary, my shoulders still strong and high, I watch and wait for his next hit.
"I have given you what you have wanted! I have listened to all your demands. My grades are in the top 10, I come straight home from school. I didn't even make friends because people in my school have sleepovers with their friends and I am not allowed to do those teenager things! So, what else do you want from me! You want me to become a doctor and I am working on that, I even applied to good universities. Why is investing on me so bad?! Just because I am a girl! It's the 21st century, for god's sake. Women are equal to men now, so why do you keep telling me I am not good enough to be your son!" I cough, my throat completely dried out.
Out of breath and voice, I suddenly get grabbed from behind, and a hard-cold hand falls on my right cheek. The loudness of that hit is echoing in my ears as I stand in disbelief. Completely horror struck, I bring up one of my hands to my now burning cheek, I bit my lips holding back tears that are floating at the brim of my eyelids, I stare at the person who in front of me, my mother.
A teardrop falls down my cheek, realizing the woman I was protecting is not even on my side to begin with. Staring at her, those dark eyes only reflect hate and disgust, the equal amount found in my father's eyes, and it is all directed to me.
My soul stuck in my throat; I can't breathe. My mind blank, I can't even hear my heart beating because the hit is still ringing in my ears, I take a step back and run to my room, locking the door. Walking into my bathroom, I start the shower and place myself under it. Still fully clothed, I let the freezing water run down my burning soul. After what seemed like an hour, I turn off the tap and walk out. Looking into nothingness, I watch my emotionless body through the mirror, my hair dripping wet and my eyes puffing red. At the sight of myself, I watch as tears roll down my eyes and I fall into a pit of darkness. Both of my cold arms wrapping them around myself, I fall to the icy floor. I haven't felt this broken ever.
Hiccuping in between my sobs, my breakdown gets interrupted by the ringing of my phone. The only way to get back up, I need to get out; I decide to pick up the call so, I get up and walk out. I grab my phone from my bag to see who it is.
The name flashing on my screen is the person I need the most right now, I don't care anymore.