My invisible scars

1. My restless mornings

1. My restless mornings**

"Lillian get up, you b***h!" I was in my bed sleeping peacefully when I heard some loud shouts echoing in my ear drums.

I was tired because of the hectic work I did last night and needed some more sleep but the increasing noise of shout won't reduce. I had to clean my brother's closet and wash all his old clothes in the night. I came back to my room at 6.00 am in the morning and now it was 8.15 am. 

I was pulling my blanket close to my chest feeling cold but then only, "Bitchh!" my brother Harry inverted a bucket of full of cold water on me.

"Aahh" I screamed in shock as the cold water drenched me completely.

It was though summers approaching but since I spent almost the entire night with my hands and legs wet, I was feeling cold. . And when he emptied the cold water with ice cubes on me, my body started trembling vigorously. "Don't you hear me or are you trying to be over smart and ignore my words, slut!" Harry got a hold of my wet hair and yanked them in opposite direction.

It made a throbbing pain to risen in my scalp. I shut my eyes tight waiting him to leave me. "Harry, y-you're hurting me. Please stop that. Please Harry" I begged him as tears made their way out of my eyes. He was paining me badly.

This was the first time he was treating me like a dirty sack of decayed grains. He had rather done it thousands of times before. I cannot even count the number of times he have beaten me like this. "You deserve pain, w***e. You only deserve pain." He spat on my face before leaving me in the bed to shiver. "Now get up and come down. We are waiting for the breakfast. Make it fast" 

He slammed the door loudly while closing it. I sat hugging my knees tight and cried my heart out. He does not behave like my brother anymore. I so miss my old brother Harry. All he does is hurt me. As long as I cry he stays happy.

"Lilyyyy! Are you deaf... Come down now." My heart jumped at the high pitched shout of my mother.

I have to go down before she looses here mind. "Y-yes mom, I... I am c-coming" I replied between my tears and as I quickly ran inside the wash room to change my clothes.

After coming out of my room, I wished my parents and brother a good morning. Daddy saw my tears in the eyes and snapped, "Do you know anything else than crying? Why you always act like a damsel in distress." he was irritated. 

"Sorry" I mouthed a small apology while holding my tears back and headed inside the kitchen. 

"She is not a damsel at all, dad. Have you ever seen any p**n movie, she is that p**n star who likes to be f****d deeper and harder but cries with every thrust!" Harry said and my parents laughed. 

They do not even think before uttering anything about me. I am compared to everything with low class. My parents never stopped Harry from insulting me like that for they think I deserved that all. 

This was my life... My useless life that was not at all important to anyone. Nobody liked me. Not even my parents, let alone the thought of expecting some love from my brother. He is the cruelest. The only aim of his life is to see me cry. He just wants to see me suffer and bear infinite marks on my body. 

"How long will it take to cook one plate of scrambled eggs, w***e?" Harry's pissed off voice hit me. 

He was growing angry and angry. I increased my working speed and put the oil to heat up on the highest flame. My mother is a chef, to tell you a secret. But she never cooks food in the house. It is my duty. I have to cook the food for all and do all the household works along with my studies. She runs a restaurant which is very famous in the town but I am not allowed to go there. 

She thinks my presence with degrage the status of her restaurant and create her a bad image. I have only gone there once and even that time, I mistakenly broke a plate and she thrashed me before her customers. She did not care people were looking at her as she beat her daughter like a pig but never stopped. 

"Aahh!" Loud painful scream left my mouth feeling the hot oil fall on my hand. 

However it was not an accident. When I looked up in my  right side, I found Harry standing there with an empty pan in his hands. He purposely poured it on the back of my hand. "Oh does that hurt, sorry." he faked a concerned call while tears formed in my eyes. 

My throat went dry when I looked at the forming blisters on my wrist and hand. I can't believe this happened that too on the first day of exam. Yeah I had my final exams starting from today. "Are you crazy, Harry. Why would you do such a thing to me" I screamed on him as the realization hit me. 

I was already running late with low attendance. All because of him only as he would not let me go to my classes on time. Harry and I share the same school. He is a year ahead of me and so he is my senior. Our time table was different. Along with his he would bully me and rag me in the school campus and anyway make me get late for the classes. 

"What? You shouted on me... On me" as he repeated his words I realized my mistake and gulped my fear. 

I can see his eyes becoming red with vex. He seemed controlling his emotions. Harry curled his fingers only to give me hard punch but before he can reach to my face, mom came in between us. I was glad she saved me but little did I know the motives behind her interruption unless she pushed me to the floor and kicked i my stomachs five times. 

"You... You b***h! Why don't you go and die somewhere? You stake piece of meat" the heels of her sandals pierces the skin of my stomach as she hit another blow in my tummy. 

I curled up like a snail on the floor feeling something wet slip inside my top. It has to be my blood oozing from the fresh wounds my mother gave me. "The usual drama..." I heard my daddy grumble. He was a punctual man who liked to have breakfast on time and leave. 

He was a businessman of a growing company of our country and well known owner of Hop and Pop Hotels. "Why don't you teach her a good lesson Emma, she is turning a brat day by day" Dad spoke from the back, I laid motionless on the cold floor as the darkness was taking over my senses. 

Nobody cared to bend down and check whether I was okay or not. My mother kicked me one last time, this time on my mouth and a current rushed through my face. I wished to pass out so that they would leave me alone. But I did not have such good fate. 

My mother caressed Harry's Hair. Even after hurting me, pouring hot oil on my hand he was being pampered by her. "Oh my sweetheart, I am so sorry. Why don't you come to my restaurant after your exam with your friends! I will prepare a real tasty meal for you all." She suggested him. 

What a fate... Here I laying covered with my own blood and my mother was loving my brother. She kissed him on the cheek and waved him off. Harry glared me one last time before he exited the kitchen. 

My father who was still sitting in the chair, took a last sip of his tea and smiled and retreating Harry. "Bye hero, rocks the papers. Best of luck" he wished him. 

But I also had my exams today yer nobody wished me nor anyone cared as to how will I reach there?

Thinking about whatever happened with me few minutes ago, my mind spun. I heard my father wishing mummy a good bye with flying kisses and leave. She stood near the kitchen slab facing her back to me. 

My heart was bleeding. 

Why can't my mother love me like that? 

Why don't she feel any of my pain? 

I heard, a daughter is called the copy of of her mother. Then why don't my mother see her in me! 

I was thinking about that all that I totally missed to witness her lean down. She vigorously shook my head checking whether I was alive or dead. "Unfortunately you are alive. I am ashamed of myself Lilly, that I gave you birth" She slapped me on the cheek before she left the kitchen too leaving me all by myself.

Tbc...