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“Be strong even when your bones feel like they cannot carry the weight of your soul.” [Jacqueline]

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[Jacqueline’s Pov]

After Rohan’s weird words, Mrs. Reina found me and she took me to the principal’s office, requesting a half-day for me given my knee as well as elbow wounds. And for that I was thankful. She even helped me to hail an auto-rickshaw for home. She was too kind.

The moment I returned, I found my parents fighting. Again. I looked through the window as daddy slapped her twice resulting in her falling on the cemented floor. Her clothes were disheveled while her eyes filled with tears.

Without my permission, my feet took me over to them and I found myself standing in front of my father. I looked up to his 5’7 form.

“Please Stop Daddy. Don’t hit her.” The moment my words ended, one slap landed on my jaw and I staggered back.

Another slap landed on mom’s face but I replaced her just in time as it landed on my back.

“Jacqueline Go away. She is not having her medicines and she has irritated me beyond the limit today. Today I will make sure to relieve all ghostly souls from her. That is If she ever had one.”

Tears fell from my eyes, but I managed to glare at him. As I yelled.

“Stop hitting her.”

He slapped me again, his black eyes flooding with fury.

“Who do you think you are to scream at my face?”

“I am not paying for your school if you learn to scream in front of your parents there.”

Another harsh slap landed on my backbone and I landed on the bed.

“b****.” Another slap landed on my face as I tried to cover myself from his harsh beatings by my hands. Sometimes I couldn’t understand the concept of respect in elders.

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make people so powerful? Can age make people respect them? Whatever it was! I couldn’t possibly hit my father back. Since he had done so many

He yelled through gritted teeth and my body immediately followed

He glared at me.

glared back at

He sighed,

a**igning you this duty to get her to have her medicines. And if you fail,

still maintained my gaze with him. Sweating started. Daddy hated people who were not

“Okay.”

the room creating the noise of banging of the door. While I helped

you okay?” I

are one of them too. Huh?

neighbor, we ate biryani

her eyes moved on my

her hand on

cannot hit you, now I am

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only cried harder, clutching my

hours later, she had finally stopped

“I am hungry.”

will bring the food for

“Okay.”

you have

ordered me that as his messenger I can

and

have to

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2 hours later…

in its color. I kept my eyes on the street, watching as a few cars pa**ed by creating white noise. I cough hard as the dust settles inside my nostrils. Besides a few cars, that pa**ed through the road, there seemed only police personnel, returning from their training. Their marched steps together fell in my ears as I tried to