
Tortured to Death: Dad, Can You Hear My Cry for Help?
Chapter 2
My dad went to see Alice even though he was busy until late at night.
With a band-aid on her face, Alice was reading on the sofa.
She limped over and said, "Daddy David, you're here!"
Her face was pale and with dark shadows under her eyes, she looked pathetic.
My dad gently touched her head and said, "Why don't you rest? You must be very tired today."
She nodded, took my father's hand, and said excitedly, "Dad David, it's the best gift you've bought with me. My teacher likes it very much!"
"That's good!" My dad smiled and helped her back to the sofa.
He carefully asked her about the details of the banquet, from the people to the dishes she ate and the juice she drank.
I had never seen him like this before and was a little sad.
Alice suddenly changed the topic and asked, "Where's Joyce?"
"I called her today, but no one answered."
She frowned slightly and looked particularly sincere.
Such a bitch made me feel scared even if I became a soul.
She called me to the warehouse in the suburbs. She tilted her head and said, "Joyce is very strong, so you must be ruthless!"
She suggested they torture me for a while longer and said it would be boring if they dealt with it too quickly.
The more my dad doted on her, the more he hated me. "Let's not talk about her. She's annoying!"
I floated to the side and noticed the fierceness in Alice's eyes.
She was not simple at all but was cruel and heartless.
I should have confirmed it when my mother passed away.
That year, I was a freshman in college.
My dad was very busy with work and often went on missions.
My mom was a university teacher and had a lot of free time. She was planning to celebrate my getting into college.
But my dad called and said that Alice was ill. There was no need to celebrate being admitted to college. He asked my mom to take care of Alice first.
I didn't want to. Alice was a girl sponsored by my parents, not their biological daughter.
There were doctors in the orphanage where Alice lived.
My mom comforted me. She told me to go home first and she would be back as soon as possible. We could celebrate later.
I waited at home for the whole night but neither of them came back.
Later, I found out that Alice caught a cold. She wouldn't let go of my mom and my dad accompanied her after work.
I was unhappy and threw the gift that my mother had prepared to the ground. "You promised me that you would celebrate for me! But you didn't keep your word."
My dad slapped me angrily. "Isn't it more important to take care of Alice than to eat with you?"
"You're 18 years old but you are not mature at all."
At that time, I felt unprecedentedly wronged.
I glared at him and ran out with my face covered.
My mom called my name from behind and wanted to catch up.
I deliberately stayed at the gate of the community for a long time, but no one came to find me.
"You don't want me! Then I'll go!" I left home alone without bringing anything with me.
Fortunately, my friend treated the hungry me to a barbecue.
I complained for a long time. "My dad doesn't love me, and my mom doesn't love me either."
"I wish I weren’t their daughter!"
After I said a few harsh words, I saw my mother standing behind me. It was rare for her to look so embarrassed. "Joyce! At least tell me where you are!"
"I have been looking for you for a long time."
My eyes welled up with tears when I saw the dirt on her white leather shoes and the stains on the hemline of her skirt.
I threw myself into her arms and burst into tears. "I thought you didn't want me anymore!"
"I've waited at the door for a long time!"
I cried pitifully, and my mother looked apologetic. "I'm sorry. I'm late!"
"I won't make you sad in the future!"
"You are my sweetheart! You will be happy and carefree for the rest of your life!"
"I will celebrate your birthday and celebrate all the important events in your life."
But she soon broke her promise.
A car rushed towards us, and a few people with fierce eyes rushed over to take us to the car.
When I opened my eyes again, I was told that my mom was gone.
I didn't understand. "Where is she? Where's my mom?"
They looked at me and shook their heads. "I’m sorry!"
My dad came over and slapped me to the ground. "You bastard!"
"How many times have I told you not to wander around at night, but you insisted on going out?"
"If it weren't for you, how could your mother have died!"
There was a roar in my ears.
I looked at him blankly and murmured, "Mom..."
The next moment, tears streamed down my face.
I sat on the ground and cried, "Impossible! Mom said that she would stay with me forever!"
No one had a chance to regret anything.
I had never seen my mother again.
Every year on the anniversary of my mom’s death, my dad would rather bring Alice than me. He scolded me for being the culprit.
I opened my mouth and looked at Alice, who had a smug look on her face, and was sad and frightened.