I Am the Donna

The Meeting

My name is Scarlette Rose. I am 20 years old. I live at home with my parents because they require me too. You see my "mother" is not really my mother. My biological mother died when I was 9. She died on the way home from the store. I was in the car but somehow I managed to survive which I don't understand why.

My father blames me for her accident every chance he gets. Shortly after her death he meet my evil stepmother. I really believe she is just a gold digger, but my dad doesn't think so. Now my dad treats me as a maid. I have to sleep in a small room in the basement with no heat. After I graduated highschool my life became entirely dedicated to being their servant. 

During highschool was probaly the best of my days.  My dad didn't care I was top of my class. He didn't even let me go to graduation they mailed me my diploma. I had on friend there. He had taught me how to defend myself. He was the only one who knew of my situation. He even tried to help me escape. That is until my dad found out and his men took him at school. 

I haven't seen him since.

I am to wake up ate 5 am to make breakfast from my mom and dad. After I have finished making breakfast I then have to clean the house. I am not able to eat until my task are done. I usually finish my task at about 4 pm, but then I have to make dinner. I also have a daily stress reliever, but for me for my parents. They have been doing this since I was 11. They would come up to me randomly throughout the day and start to beat me.  They told me it fun for them.

Speaking of starting my day, it's time for me to get up.

I get out of bed and go to the bathroom. I do my daily hygiene routine and throw on my uniform. I the head of stairs making sure to be extra quite so I won't wake up the parents. I start cooking breakfast. I make waffles, fruit salad, and eggs benedict. By the time I am finish my "parents" are sitting down.

"Hurry up whore me and your Dad are hungry" my mother states

I hurry and start to rush. I placed their plates down and hurry to get their glasses of juice. Rushing I tripped over the leg of the table and spilled the juice on the carpet.

I began sighing because I knew what was coming next.

"You stupid slut, I just brought these shoes. Babe she ruined my new shoes" my mother said looking at my dad.

I raise my head to be met by I glare from my dad. I wasn't scared of him so much of the fact I was scared for him. I held my breathe to keep calm. He walked up to me and grabbed me by my hair. 

"You ugly bitch. You can never do anything right"my dad said

He makes me stand up by my hair. He then slaps me so hard that my head turned. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe. I couldn't lose control. 

"Breathe Scar breathe" I whispered

Time to put those acting skills to use.

"I-I-I-I'm sorry"I stuttered

He then began to slap me over and over again. I fell to the floor to protect myself. My mother soon joined in the beating kicking my sides. Pretty soon I started to black out.

You may be wondering my I would allow them to treat me like this. I have no choice only for the fact that I have no where to go. The have security all around the house so that I am not able to leave. Its not like I can't beat them it's just no use.

I woke up to the noise of glasses from the meeting room. It was now late. I sat up and groaned. My sides hurted like a bitch. I got up and limped downstairs. I took my shirt off and looked in the mirror. 

"sss"

I look like hell. I started at my bruised face and ribs. As I stood their I began to laugh. It wasn't a laugh of humor but one of menace. Tears started to roll my eyes from the pain but I didn't care. If anyone would have walked in the probaly would have thought I was crazy.