When Amelia’s father handed her a bar of soap and told her to take cold showers with it, she never imagined he had a dark, hidden agenda. Her world turned upside down when her boyfriend revealed the horrifying truth about that soap.
I’ve always been my dad’s little girl, but now I feel sick even saying those words. I’m not his little girl, and he’s not the man I thought he was. Let me explain why.
A Close Bond Turned Cold
I was always close to my dad — really close. I’m 23 now, and until a month ago, I still lived with my parents because my dad never wanted me to move out. He gave me the entire second floor of the house, with my own room and bathroom. Those two rooms were my sanctuary until the day my dad started complaining.
My dad is one of those people who seems tough on the outside but soft on the inside. He had strict rules and principles but also showed moments of deep empathy that made him feel like the best dad ever.
“The best character is built through discomfort,” he always said. “You have to face hardship now if you want a life full of luxuries later.”
But despite his strict demeanor, he would buy me chocolates and ice cream when I was feeling down.
Meanwhile, my mom was the classic, loving mother. Always ready with hugs and kisses, she’d never say no if I asked her to cook my favorite pasta.
The Shift in My Parents’ Behavior
Lately, though, my parents weren’t the same. Over the last few months, they’d become cold, and the love and care I’d always felt from them seemed to vanish.
Sometimes, it felt like I was living with strangers. Then, the unnecessary complaints and criticisms from my dad began.
“You and your friends were too loud last night.”
“You’re staying out too late, Amy.”
“You’re spending too much on useless things.”
But the comment that truly shook my confidence came when he said:
“You smell horrible. Go take a cold shower and use the soap I gave you!”
The Soap That Changed Everything
That was the day he handed me a bar of soap I’d never seen before. It was thick, green, and had a strange smell. He insisted it would help with the body odor he claimed I had.
His words embarrassed me so much that I stopped seeing my boyfriend, Henry. I kept sniffing my skin, clothes, hair, and even my breath to figure out what was making my dad so uncomfortable.
I started taking showers with that soap—five times a day sometimes—scrubbing my skin so hard that it became dry, scaly, and rough. Yet, my dad would still say, “You smell like rotten onions. Did you even use the soap, Amy?”
My Boyfriend Uncovers the Truth
The turning point came when Henry visited me. We’d been dating for a few months, and he’d noticed I’d been avoiding him.
“Where have you been, Amy?” he asked, holding my arms gently.
“I’ve just been… busy with things,” I lied.
“Are you okay?” he asked again, concern in his voice.
“Yes, Henry. I’m fine,” I said, forcing a smile. Then, hesitantly, I asked, “Do I smell bad?”
He laughed, thinking I was joking. “No, you smell great. Why?”
“It’s nothing,” I mumbled.
Henry went into the bathroom. A few moments later, he walked out with the bar of soap in his hand, his face pale.
“Who gave you this?! Are you showering with this?!” he asked, panic in his voice.
“Yes, my dad. Why?” I asked, my heart racing.
“They didn’t tell you, did they?! Babe, this isn’t soap! It’s used to remove grease and dirt from industrial machinery. It’s toxic!”
Betrayal and the Confrontation
I felt betrayed and heartbroken. My dad had given me something that caused chemical burns to my skin. How could he do that to his own daughter?
Henry urged me to go to the hospital and report my dad to the police. But I couldn’t bring myself to associate the word “abuse” with my father.
I moved out with Henry to a small apartment a few days later. It wasn’t luxurious, but it felt safe compared to what I’d endured.
Eventually, I returned to confront my parents. I stood in front of my dad, holding the soap.
“How could you do this to me?” I demanded.
He looked at me with a smirk. “So, you finally figured it out. You needed to learn a lesson.”
“A lesson? You almost killed me!” I yelled.
The Dark Truth Revealed
Then came the truth I never expected.
“When your mom and I went on that trip last year,” he began, “a fortune teller told me your mom had been unfaithful. When I confronted her, she admitted it. You’re not my daughter. You’re the result of an affair.”
My heart shattered. He continued, “I agreed to stay for the family’s sake, but I had to make her pay—and you too. Because you’re not my blood.”
I walked away that day, vowing to cut ties with both my parents. I filed a lawsuit and a restraining order against them.
Now, living with Henry, I’ve found peace I never thought possible. While my heart still aches, I’ve learned to prioritize myself and surround myself with people who truly care about me.
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