Chapter 3

Aliyah's Pov: Hot tears pricked my eyes and rolled down my face. "How dare you?" Dad screamed at me as I flinched in shock. I blinked my eyes continuously and tears continued streaming down. "Where the hell are you coming from Aliyah?" Dad yelled at me again. "From.... From the ....from the prom" I stammered. "From the prom? Really? From the prom that other students came back from last night?" Dad shouted. "Uncle she couldn't come back because....errr.... It was too late at night when...." Pearl tried to defend me. "You shut up! No one asked for your opinion" My dad replied with a stern voice. Pearl quickly shut her mouth. "So you think you are big enough to sleep over at wherever just because you are now in college huh?" Dad gave me a disdainful stare. Cold shivers ran down my spine. "Dad.... I....I was..." I tried to speak. "Keep quiet! Infact you have been grounded for one month" Dad said as I burst into tears. "Am.... Am sorry Dad" I cried out. "You should be sorry for yourself.... Let me remind you Aliyah,,, if you dare taint my image then I won't take things easy with you" Dad said with the meanest voice as I quickly ran upstairs with tears running down my cheeks. Mom stood at the other end crying as she watched me with pity. I rushed straight to my room. Grabbing the door handle,,, I stormed in slamming the door. I jumped on my bed with my face buried in the pillow. I burst into tears more and more. I raised my face from the pillow and made for the small mirror on the stool beside my bed. I looked at my face with the mirror.... My face was already reddened due to the hot slap I received. That's my dad for you. I grew up in his cold arms and am not even allowed to hang out with friends unless with the driver. For the past nineteen years of my life,,,, there has never been a day I left this so called mansion alone without the driver. I barely attend parties unless with family friends. I feel so much like a prisoner. And worst still my mom is not even allowed to interfere too. I was still sulking when I heard a knock on my door. I mopped my face with a napkin. "Whoever it is... Please just go away I don't want to talk to anyone" I screamed. "Baby.... It's me" that was my mom's voice. I gulped hard. "Mom I don't want to talk to you" I replied as I covered myself with the duvet. Then I thought of Arthur and what happened between us last night. Tears streamed down my face the more. My life is such a mess don't you think? I cried myself to sleep. ***AN HOUR LATER*** I managed to open my eyes and it was already dark. I haven't even had breakfast neither have I had lunch too. My eyes caught with the wall clock hanged on the wall. It was past seven pm. I haven't even taken my bath. My abdomen was hurting the more so I gradually got down from the bed. I walked straight to the bathroom. Taking off my dress,,,,, I got into the bathtub. I sat in the foamy water as I washing my pubic area. It was hurting so badly. There were still some dried blood stains on my laps. I took my bath and washed my body and dried it with a towel thoroughly. "I'll just pretend like this day never came" I muttered under my breath. I tied a towel round my chest as I got out of the bathroom. Standing in front of the wall mirror,,,, I applied some cream on my body. I combed my hair and applied some powder on my neck. I put on my nightie as I laid on my bed with my eyes all swollen. I picked up my cell phone and that was when I noticed that there was almost fifteen missed calls. Five from Pearl and ten from my mom. She must be calling me to tell me to come to the dinning. I dropped my cell phone and laid on the bed. Mrs Roselyn's Pov: I paced around the room restlessly. Aliyah has been in that room for the past seven hours and she haven't even eaten the whole day and she has refused to open the door. My poor child.... The door swing open and my husband Minister Gregory walked in. "Sweetheart I thought you are already fast asleep" He said as he walked straight to the bed. "No am not" I replied with a sulky voice. "Are you ok?" He raised his eyebrows. "Honey you were actually too harsh on your daughter.... You didn't even let her speak" I replied. "Is that why your face is gloomy? You know what Roselyn? Just stay away from how I choose to treat my daughter" He said with a hoarse voice. I gulped as I turned away my face. Gregory have always been like this.... He feels that if he treats his own daughter softly then she might taint his so called image. I feel bad for my poor daughter! 4 WEEKS LATER Aliyah's Pov: Today is Friday and am getting ready for school. I was combing my hair in front of the dressing mirror when suddenly I started having a strange feeling and urge to throw up. With my palm covering my mouth,,, I rushed straight to the bathroom. I emptied my bowels in the sink coughing loudly. I cleaned my mouth with the wipes as I walked out of the bathroom with my head aching so badly. "What the hell is wrong with me?" I thought out loud........ TBC......