Dolly Sylvester's POV
I was awoken by a frustrating sound, I don't know if it was an alarm or something but last I remembered, I didn't set any alarm. I opened my puffy eyes in annoyance wondering what in the world sounded that woke me. My eyes soon fell on my sister who was sitting by the edge of the bed with the phone to her ear. Apparently, she must have received an early morning call from her annoying boyfriend.
Ouch! Must she always use hers to disturb my own sleep. I grunt dissatisfactorily and almost fell back to sleep but my mind wondered quicky what the time may be, I stretched my heavy hand tiredly to pick up my watch and to my surprise it was minutes after 7AM.
"Gosh!" I mumbled and sat back upright. My sister couldn't even tell me it's late, I threw my legs to the floor and once my sister sighted me, she smiled and waved at me while talking quietly on phone.
I only smirked sardonically at her, is an early morning text not enough? Must her boyfriend call? This people are really annoying, I turned from her without saying a word.
I made my way through the bathroom and did my usual cleaning ups, I came out in a jiffy with a towel wrapped around my body.
"Dolly, morning," my sister greeted, apparently, she was done dressing up.
"And you have to disturb me again and again with the ringtone yif your phone? Can you just go ahead to start sleeping in mum's room...arghhhh..." I hissed as I made my way to my wardrobe.
She giggled and said," when you finally have a boyfriend, you will understand what it feels like to be in love."
I only laughed painfully cause I've never being proposed to by anyone, I think I'm either not beautiful enough or many guys just don't find me attractive. Imagine, I'm nineteen years yet didn't have a boyfriend, never had one. It doesn't matter how much I pretend like it doesn't hurt, it hurt sometimes but boyfriend's are not like oxygen, I have lived without one all my life so?
Once I got dressed, I didn't wait for my sister at all, I just made my way down the stairs, when I was almost approaching the dinning, my mum appeared and greeted me with a smile," Dolly, how was your night?"
"Fine mum," I answered as I sat majestically on the table.
"Dolly, your dad wants to see you, he's at the backyard of the house waiting for you, " she said and my heart skipped in fear.
My dad?
Let me tell you a few things about me; I'm Dolly Sylvester and sincerely, I do not remember how I grew up nor the kind of life I have lived, my parents told me I had a loss of memory and that gradually, I'll recover.
But from what I could gather, my mum and dad adopted me, according to them. Which is of course obvious, my dad has never shown me love, he's a pure thorn in the flesh and a very wicked man. When I mean wicked, I mean it with all sense of seriousness. Very wicked, vile and deadly whereas, my adopted mum or I should I rather call her mum, she's very meek and gentle.
"What did he want to see me for?" I asked with a heart beating very fast.
"I don't know, Dolly, you need to go to him right now, he said he gives you just two minutes to get to him," once mum said this, I jumped up from the chair and ran speedily to the backyard.
I know the kind of father I have, if I use extra seconds more than the time he had told me to report, I'm just as good as dead. I mean he literally lays his hands on me, yeah, it's as worst as that, there was a time he hit me with a rod at my back, I don't want tti get used to this abuse but the man wills so much power here, even if I were to run away from this house, he will find me.
Once I got before him, I panted heavily and said, "here I am, sir," I said lowering my head. Who am I to look into his eyes?
He puffed in hard the cigarette in his hand and and signalled for me to move aside, I moved aside quickly waiting patiently for what he has to say. I just can't wait to escape this place and get to school. He's so scary.
The whole atmosphere was filled with a thick smell of cigarettes and alcohol.
"Bring the bastard here!" He yelled angrily making me jerk back in fear. Veins visible on his forehead.
Who was he talking to? I looked around and soon realized that he had a earpod in his ear and was commanding someone.
Soon, a man in a black Italian suit dragged a man in a torn short and black trouser before him, the man in the torn shirt had his hands and legs tied.
"Please don't kill me, please," the man pleaded.
My father picked his gun that was right beside him and looked at me, he stretched the gun to me and said," blow his head off."
What! My heart skipped in fear.
"Dad, please....please...." I quickly knelt down, I don't ever want to have a record of killing anyone.
He looked at me coldly and then set his gaze back at the man pleading, he pulled the trigger and the man slumped dead at once, the bullet had hit him directly on his forehead.
"Take him away," he said and the dead man was taken away by the man in Italian suit. The sight was so scary, must he kill someone before me?
He turned to me and opened his mouth to speak.
