Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 408

Chapter 408: 408- Your Parents

“Hi there. I’ve been calling Aniya, but she isn’t receiving my call,” Aniya closed her eyes when she heard Lisa’s voice from downstairs.

Lying face down on her small bed, she let her eyes drift closed. She could hear her mom arguing with Lisa and knew there was a slim chance that Lisa would win this argument. Well. Maybe she didn’t know her friend better.

She closed her eyes and hid her face more into the pillow when she heard Lisa’s voice while climbing the stairs.

Aniya wished she could hide somewhere. She wished she could die.

This was the last thing she wanted Lisa to witness.

The door opened and her mom’s voice reached her ears, “See. She is resting. I told you that the way she fell off the stairs made her too weak to even move.”

Aniya kept her eyes shut. Someone stepped inside the room and the door got closed softly.

Maybe Lisa had left her mom outside her room.

“Aniya!” Aniya felt the bed near her dipping down a bit under Lisa’s weight, “Aniya. Get up. See! I took a short break from work so that I could come and see you,” Aniya could feel her hand tapping softly on her head.

“Aniya. Darling. Your mom wasn’t allowing me to step inside. I had to tell her that today they are paying more because of a private Program in the restaurant. Please let your liar friend see you. Get up!” she held Aniya’s shoulders and tried to lift her with force.

“What has gotten into you? Are you on your period?” she kept talking like a chatterbox while trying to raise her, “How did you fall off the stairs? Sweetheart! Look at me,” she placed her fingers under Aniya’s chin, “What’s gotten into you? Oh, damn…” The moment she saw her face she forgot what she was saying, “Aniya… what happened to your … Oh, God!”

There was a horrified expression on her face. Aniya didn’t make eye contact and kept sitting there silently looking down at the mattress.

Lisa gulped when she saw the condition of her face. Black and swollen eyes. A deep cut near the corner of her lips. Fingers imprinted on her cheeks. The way her hand was on her tummy it seemed…

It seemed she was kicked there.

“Wh-what the hell!” she cupped her face with caution as if afraid to hurt her, “Aniya,” she whispered, “What is going on?”

Aniya couldn’t speak anything. She leaned her head on Lisa’s shoulder and started crying.

“Tell me what happened? They did this to you. Right? You never fell down the stairs! Those as*sholes!” she was about to get up so that she could go out and confront her parents, but Aniya was quick to hold her.

“Lisa! No!”

“Why?” Lisa hissed, “Why not? They will kill you someday. I … somewhat had this idea that you’ve got shitty parents, but they are… monsters…Gosh!”

She held her friend, thinking hard about what she could do about this situation, “You aren’t even eighteen and they love your earnings, and now…” she sighed, “Oh, God, Aniya. I don’t know what to say?” she let Aniya cry over her shoulder.

“Now enough of crying…” she moved Aniya’s bob-styled hair off her face, “Look at me.”

Aniya was having difficulty opening her eyes, but she tried to do as she was asked, “Get a grip, Aniya. Please.”

Lisa squeezed her one shoulder, but Aniya winced in pain. Without asking for her permission, Lisa removed her shirt from her shoulder. There were marks of abuse.

“Why have you never called or tried to contact social services?” Aniya asked her gently, “Your parents will be behind bars in the blink of an eye, Aniya.”

Aniya was already shaking her head, “I can’t,” she sobbed, “They are my only family, Lisa. Sometimes… sometimes they love me too… they care for me… like when I hand over my tips to them, mom…” Aniya wiped her face, “Mom sometimes brushes her hand over my hair… and … she likes my hair that’s why she dyes them herself.”

Lisa looked at her face as if she had gone crazy. She was aware that Aniya dyed her hair but if her mom did that religiously then there was something fishy going on.

“And you call this love, Aniya?” She cocked up a brow, “Are you in your… Oh God. This is crazy!”

Lisa thought her head might explode. Her friend was not only living with a dysfunctional family but was also a victim of domestic abuse.

She always thought it was only financial abuse like most of her friends. This was a lot worse than what she had imagined.

The restaurant might pay them a moderate salary, but the tips used to help her a lot to pay her bills. She could actually afford a lot of luxuries due to those tips. That’s why, Lisa always loved her job.

It wasn’t just the food she used to carry from the kitchen but also the way she interacted with her customers while batting her eyes innocently.

“Let’s get you out of here,” she got up and started looking for Aniya’s overcoat and muffler. Thankfully it was lying on a nearby chair.

“Where?” Aniya looked at her in confusion, “I can’t face anyone like this, Lisa. Please I can’t go out.”

Lisa had that stubborn glint in her eyes, “Aniya James. You better move your ass otherwise I might bring the police and have your loving parents get arrested.”

Aniya had disbelief on her face. Lisa could be daring when she wanted to be. Just last week she accepted the bet and took a customer in a small bathroom stall to …

“Lisa… I…”

Lisa didn’t want to listen to any rubbish reasoning. She just grabbed her arm and started dragging her.

“Lisa… please…my parents… they won’t allow…”

“Your parents? My ass!” they were now coming down the stairs and Lisa was forcing her to the door when Valerie’s loud voice boomed in the living room,

“Where are you taking her?”