Chapter 19 18

• AIRES' POV
• My heart arched painfully as I stared at the broken pieces on the floor, it wasn't just the broken trophy that got to me, it was my father's action, he was staring at me with so much hate and anger in his eyes and I just couldn't hold back anymore, "why do you hate me so much? Ever since I knew you, you have never given me any fatherly love, what did I do to make you despise me so much?" I wrenched out, my heart torn into pieces, "are you questioning me? You wanna show me that you're now a man huh?" He snarled at me but I was beyond caring, I glared right back, "you know what? I am done trying to prove myself to you because no matter what I do, you still won't look my way, you can go to hell for all I care" I yelled at him and his palm connected with my cheek, my head reeled and my hand formed a fist, I held myself in check to keep from punching him, "you think you are tough huh, you think you're now a man and can challenge me" he clenched out as he brought out his whip, "come on, I'm gonna put you in your place right away" he said as the first slash of the whip connected with my skin, oddly, I didn't feel the pain of the whip this time around, this wasn't the first time he had whipped my ass, he did that at every slightest mistake of mine, I remembered once, when I was six years old, I had carried his work briefcase, trying to play daddy with Jasmine, unfortunately, it had fallen from my hand and the handle broke, he had beaten the hell out of me, my mum had returned to see him beating me and she had quickly intervened, Jasmine was just crying and pleading with him to let me go, I had thought that those silly mischiefs of mine made him to hate me, so I had tried being a good son to him, so as to garnered his love for me but it seems like that won't happen, perhaps, not in this lifetime, I have come to realize that,I stood stoic and still as his whip came crashing down on me, I didn't even whimper in pain, my heart was bleeding and I regret having him as a father, I wish he is not my dad, "Dad, please stop it" Jasmine cried running into the room, she jumped jumped in to stand between I and my dad when he raised his whip again, he would have used the whip in her also but my mother chose that moment to step in, one glance must have to her what was going on, she caught his hand just before he could use the whip on Jasmine, "both of you go to your room" she said to us, I was still standing there like a statue, not saying anything, not feeling anything, "I said leave" my mum screamed, still holding unto dad's hand, "let's go Aires" Jasmine said, taking my hand she dragged me out of the room.
• "You shouldn't have interfered, what if dad had hit you too?" I said finally saying something, we are in my room and I am lying on my stomach while Jasmine is applying ointment to the bruises caused by dad's whip, I heard her sniff once, then twice, and knew that she was crying, "how can I stay still and watch him treat you that way"