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40% Quest for Life in the grasp of the Devil / Chapter 2: Chapter 2- *The Hidden Truth*

Capítulo 2: Chapter 2- *The Hidden Truth*

The removal of the television had made the children focus more on their studies by the help of their mom. Because they have more time, Kenna can do more of the self defense tricks she had seen on t.v. The tricks she had seen on t.v. had clearly inculcate in her mind even without the television she invisioned herself doing the act.She imitate the karate tricks daily she had no idea in her young mind if she's doing it correctly or perfectly , but she's growing stronger everyday and she loved the feeling, the sweat that comes out of her body makes her feel good,she's full of life and energy as though living in the underground basement all her life has no effect on her unlike all of her siblings that they were so weak,sickly and very pale in coloring,, Kenna and Marko had become the sparring partner in their karate match in a form of play. Luckily they were not seriously injured in their play of back jump kick, flying side kick, as well as with the use of their fist,elbows,knees and tumbling,except for some bruises or ankle pains that naturally gone after a few days. They enjoy what their doing while their mom allow them to do what they want as long as when its time for their dad to come,time also to stop their play..

" Mom, why is it dad always go up the stairs and we are not allowed to go up there?", she asked her mom.

" Because dad had to go to work so he will have money to buy our foods and clothes", Noanna answered.

" Mom, can we go up there too?", Kenna ask.

" Sorry but no! we can't!, dad will be very angry", her mom said. Noanna know what will be the answer if she ask her dad, she had been kept hidden in this underground basement of their house thirten years ago, when she become pregnant with her daughter

Ninna. Yes, her own dad is the father of her childrens, so it is an incestous relationship and she's aware its bad. But how can she fight off her dad? she remember how it started. She's twelve years old when her dad brought her in the seminar workshop he had attended as a civil engineer. That night he started raping her in the hotel room they had stayed for the duration of his seminar. From then on he always bring her whereever he goes, she's not allowed to talk to her mom or brothers and sisters,even in school she's not allowed to have friends. He hit her with his belt if he had seen her talking or even playing with anybody. He had been too harsh on her, but her mom and siblings thought she's the favorite child of their dad she's the sixth amongst the nine children of her parents, she has three sisters and five brothers, if they only knew the truth behind .. Until she became pregnant when she's seventeen years old, from then on she had been kept hidden in this basement which she can breathe through the help of inside vent and exhaust vent which her dad personally built.How many times she had tried to make noises so her family up there will notice she's here but no help came.Since then her dad came to sleep with her four times a week he always make sure to lock the door inside so no one can enter the basement and she assume he lock it outside when he leave, until the children were born, her dad is the one that assist her whenever she gave birth to her children.

" But why?", Kenna insisted, the voice of her daughter bring her back to reality.

" Because there are zombies up there, he don't want us to be eaten by zombies", Noanna reasoned.

" What are zombies?", Kenna innocently asked.

" Dead person who comes back to life, they walk like this", she tried to walk like how zombies walk in movies. Kenna laugh lightly, but the child seriously reconsider what her mother said after a while.

" Then why they do not eat dad?", Kenna ask.

" Because dad is already very old, they don't like how old people taste like", she told her daughter.

" How old is dad?", laughing Kenna asked.

" Dad is already sixty two years old", Noanna replied.

" Is that too old?", Kenna wanted to know.

" Yes,that's too old if you count it's a lot of numbers",, Noanna said.

" Can you teach me about numbers ma? I want to learn how to count", Kenna requested.

" Yes of course, we will do that starting tomorrow", she promised to her daughter that lit up a smile in her little face.

" The next day she was obliged to teach her daughter about numbers, surprisingly Kenna learned so fast. She's really a fast learner, Noanna thought. The other kids were interested as well. In a months time she had taught a lot of things she herself learned in school when she 's younger to her own children. All of them were hungry for new knowledge. She pitied the situation of her children,that's why she allowed Kenna and Marko to do their karate play she know it will strengthen them and the practices will keep them healthy.. It might help them be freed from this basement someday and be able to live a normal life.

She had been scared of her own father and now she had no one to turn for help. She wanted her children to be strong and courageous, because her own cowardice had brought her loneliness, pain, desperation and a lot of frustration.. The only thing that kept her alive is the thought that one day her children will be free. They will be freed and all of the abuses they experience now will come to an end, that is with the help of her children. Her devil father will be put to jail and he will going to pay for all the sins he had done to her and her children.


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