Dozens of photos. Some videos too. All of them brand new. All of them—horrifying!
In the clips, my daughter was dressed in different outfits and in poses inappropriate for her age, her face innocent and pitiful.
“Sir! Sir! Sir! Please, send me more gifts,” she whispered to the camera. “If you don’t, Mommy… Mommy will hit me!”
Her eyes glistened with fake tears as she begged, and the comment section made my skin crawl.
[Don’t cry, baby girl. I won’t let your mommy hit you! Gifts are on the way!]
[Where are you, Niah? Want some lollipops? I will buy you some!]
I was trembling all over. ‘N-No… This isn’t… This isn’t real! It can’t be real!’
I had checked my phone just minutes ago. There was nothing. Not a single photo. Not a single video.
“I didn’t tell her to do that!” I cried. “I don’t even know where that came from!”
I forced myself to sit up, my mind racing. ‘I kept the phone in my pocket all day. No one could’ve touched it! How—’
Just then, Tyson hit me again. Harder this time.
“I never expected you to be so cruel, Sadie! You forced your own daughter to do something like this?!” Tyson shouted. “You don’t even deserve to be a mother! You—You’re a monster!”
His slap left my ears ringing and my vision blurred. I turned my head just in time to meet my daughter’s eyes.
She looked pale from the pain, but there was a flicker of guilt barely hidden in her gaze.
‘It’s her!’ I realized.
I rushed over and grabbed her shoulders, demanding answers. “Niah, why did you lie and hurt Mommy?” I was almost crying. “I’ve always treated you well—why would you do this to me?!”
Terrified, my daughter broke down in tears and shrank away.
That only enraged her father further; Tyson raised his foot and kicked me again and again.
“Bitch! How dare you even ask that? You better pray your daughter’s okay!” He paused, and when he spoke, his voice came out threatening. “Or else—I’ll kill you!”
If it weren’t for my in-laws holding him back, I’m sure he would’ve beaten me to death right then.
“Just take Niah to the hospital already!” my in-laws urged.
Only then did Tyson stop and snort coldly. The three of them hurriedly carried our daughter to the hospital.
Despite everything, I was worried, so I followed closely behind.
Thank heavens, her injuries weren’t serious. After some disinfecting, bandaging, and an anti-inflammatory shot, she was okay.
By midnight, Tyson got a call to go on a business trip.