I wake up and it is morning. I can't believe I slept for that long. My bruises from yesterday start to hurt. I put some cream on them to ease the pain. I realize that I didn't have any food yesterday and start rummaging through the fridge to get some food. I eat an apple and scraps from yesterday's dinner. I take bites of out of my apple and soon, I am finished. I start taking bites out of my vegetables and chew quickly. I wasn't a big vegetable fan but food was food and I was famished.
I look at the clock on the kitchen wall. The clock read 9:30.Isabel and the kids probably went to church. I don't understand why they even bother to. It's not like they follow God's laws or anything. Maybe she is just looking for a free ticket to go to heaven that I know she will never get.
I clean up the house to avoid another beating. For me, it was always clean, clean, clean while the kids played and dirty the house more and then I would have to clean some more. While all this was happening, Isabel would be drinking beer or would already be drunk and would destroy some things in the house including me. Sometimes she would be lucky enough to get a date with a guy but those guys looked only for two things. Money and sex. Money, she had never given but sex, she had given it to so many boys. I couldn't even count how many guys I have seen go inside her bedroom door embracing each other in many disgusting ways while doing it and then lock the door so the kids wouldn't come in.
Isabel comes back and tells me right when she comes in" the house looks more decent than usual."
She never likes to tell me she is proud of me. I try to keep the house as spotless as possible but all I get is the house looks more decent than usual. In this house, I feel so unappreciated.
When the kids come in they roll their eyes at me. For some reason none of the kids like me. There was one kid in particular that hated me.His name is Henry. He acted as if I was the one that put him in this place. He kicks me and trips me and even criticizes me when I'm cleaning.
It's not like I am mean to them. Isabel is not nice to them but she is nicer to them than she is to me. She doesn't beat them or hit them so hard that it will make their skin burn and peel off but she does yell at them when she catches them doing something they are not supposed to be doing.
"Are you going to prom?," she asks. I was surprised. Isabel never really cared about me or my social life.
"I haven't really thought about yet," I say which is not true. I have been thinking prom but I don't want to focus on it. I have to focus more on my escape plan.
" Good. I need you to be house sitting that night. I'm going out to dinner with the kid," she replies.Of course. I should have known that she doesn't care about me going to prom. She just wants me to house sit while she is with the kids. She doesn't even like the children. She doesn't abuse them like she does to me. I don't know, maybe it is because I am the oldest.
"You're not taking me?," I say in a sad voice.
" This is New York City for goodness sake. Anybody could sneak into to the house and steal our belongings"she says. " Who would even want to steal anything of ours, everything is broken from her nights of being drunk." I think to myself but if I say it out loud I knew she would hit me.
" Okay,"I say in a low voice.
" There is one more thing I need to tell you," she says. "And I have been wanting to say it for a long time now."
Now she is leading me towards the mirror and she has one hand on one of my shoulders. Her hand was pressing down on it I felt like grabbing her hand, pulling it away, getting a knife, and stabbing he over and over and over again I would go to jail if I did that but all of it would be worth it Every single thing I do that would torture her and possibly kill her will be all worth it but I don't anything but stand there.
"You're not pretty or smart,"she says in a pitiful voice. " I needed to tell you that."
I can't believe how sick and evil she is. What does she mean she needed to tell me that? All of a sudden I am making a fist. I want to punch her so bad. There are so many things I want to say to her. So many things I want to do to her and it will all lead me into some trouble but as I said before it will be all worth it.
She leaves the room slowly walking. I'm pretty sure she had a smile on her face and was laughing silently to herself when she left the room.
" I hate her so much," I think to myself. Tears are rolling down my cheek. I touch my locket. I need revenge. Somehow. Someway. I need to get her back. I will make her regret what she has done. I will go to the prom and look beautiful and have an expensive pretty dress that will make everybody jealous. I need to get her back to make her regret her choice. Not just this one choice but all her vicious choices she has made ever since I came to the sick place and she will regret all of them!
