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The house was quiet, a normalcy that was demanded by him. She sat down in front of the TV not minding the fact that she couldn’t hear a thing but she dares not move an inch as she awaits his presence, his command for her to move_ to practically do anything. She looked at the table clock beside the TV, 9:37pm it said. He was thirty seven minutes late. Her heart began to knock on her chest heavily. If he is late, that means he has gone drinking and the drunk Daddy was a more wicked Daddy.

Still she didn’t move, instead she did what he commanded first whenever he arrives, “put off your clothes”, slowly she unbuttoned her shirt, maybe when he sees her undressed, he’d be lenient. The knock on the door startled her, quickly she rebuttoned her shirt. He wasn’t the one at the door, she knew this because he never knocked; it was his goddamn house. She stood up and walked fast to the door not bothering to ask who it was, she opened it.

She stared at the three officers at the door, “good evening” she whispered. “Good evening” one of them replied calmly.

“Are you Teresa?” Another asked. She nodded in silence, he sighed and she could see in his eyes deliberating what to do. ” I’m sorry Miss Teresa but is there any one I can speak with inside?” Teresa shook her head, he sighed again. “Oh…. Uhm…. We are sorry but your dad got involved in a car accident down across the road and uhm…he died instantly” He looked at her with sad eyes” is there anyone you can call? Anyone t_”

“Yes” her firm whisper cut him “my aunt, thank you sir… I’ll just call her” her lie coming smoothly as she closed the door not caring what they might think. A normal daughter would have slumped to the floor and cried, or panicked in shock and disbelief. She wasn’t a normal daughter… So she walked back to the couch, sat down, took up the remote on the table and increased the volume of the TV. Just then did the tears drop, as her mind began to rewind to a year ago, two years , three-four-five years go, five years of misery, five years of quietness, five years of beatings, five years of rape and tape…. Five years…. And for the first time in a long time she smiled, her sad smile gradually turning to a laugh of joy. What more can make a sixteen years old abused more happy than the death of a beastly father?_______________

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