Dungeon of destiny

Chapter One : the kidnapping

AURORA
It's like any other day , the loud sound of the alarm blasting through my ears made me wake up oh god here we go again I turn it off and count till five i went straight to the bathroom to do my morning routine I don't actually have one i just wash my face with some stupid products my mom thinks it's very ridiculous since i'm just a girl who doesn't take care of herself enough in her eyes but it's me it's the way i am , it's exams week and tomorrow will be the last day

...the day ill give my essay , I'd love to be a big Journalist one day , it's my biggest desire if I get an A+ in this essay I'll get to work for 2 months in one of the best companies in America that's why i'm working way too hard .

I decided to wear jeans with a white blouse and a pair of converse for the day keeping it basic and comfy since it's a long day.

I could already hear the argument from my bedroom, my father's voice booming through the walls. How could someone have this much energy so early in the morning?

"Good morning," I mumbled as I entered the kitchen. I always felt uneasy around my parents, their presence draining my usual confidence.

"Why did you come home so late last night, Aurora?" my father demanded, barely pausing between bites of his breakfast.

"Sorry, Father," I replied, my voice shaky. "I had to do more research at the library. You know I have that essay due tomorrow."

His eyes narrowed. "You expect me to believe that? You think I'm a fool?"

I swallowed hard. "No, Father. I just needed to get the work done."

"Next time, you come straight home. No excuses."

I have really strict parents. Well, my dad is strict with his orders—more like laws. Sometimes it feels like we're living in a prison, not a house. Prisoners and guards probably have more empathy and love for each other than he does for us. I can't tell if my mother is strict too or if she's just scared of him.

"You know, Aurora, that you'll never leave Texas, even if you get an A+," my father declared, his voice slicing through the tense air. I nearly choked on my food.

My mother, always the reluctant enforcer, chimed in, "You know, your sister was engaged at your age. Now look at her—happily married and raising her kids."

I lowered my eyes, feeling the weight of their expectations. Ever since I turned 18, my mother has been trying to arrange a marriage with one of her friends' sons. But it's not what I want. It's not what I need. She can't understand that I crave love and affection. More than anything, I want to achieve my dreams. Maybe because she was never truly loved by my father, she doesn't realize how important it is to be with someone who genuinely cares about and values you.

"She will get there soon. Don't be late today or..." 

My father's threat hung in the air, unfinished but clear. I nodded quickly and rushed out the door, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere.. 

As soon as I spotted my friends in the hall, I broke into a run, laughter bubbling up from within me. That little sprint, a ritual every time I saw them, felt like shedding all the negativity that clung to me. It was my escape from the hell at home, a dash towards the light and paradise. Because no place was darker than my own house, and I knew I'd find true happiness with them, even if everyone thought I was just the spoiled girl of Professor Grace.

My father always put on a show for others, playing the role of the perfect father. He'd call me "Baby Girl," showering me with affection when there were people around. But behind closed doors, he was a different person, distant and cold. He'd never bothered to call me by my name. And my mother, she was just a shadow, lost in the illusion of a happy family.