I was in my secluded room of the large house that Lucious kept me in. Sometimes I felt like an animal caged up and other times it was peaceful. I heard footsteps coming toward my room but didn't react to them until my door opened. A man came in with another man. I frowned shrinking deep into my dark corner. They looked around and touched my things. I curled my lip slightly my obsessive compulsive disorder going on overdrive "Stop touching stuff" I yelled at them startling them. I ran over straightening everything back out and getting a clean wipe wiping off the table. One of the men frowned at me approaching me slowly "Who are you? And how did you get in here?" He asked making me cross my arms and roll my eyes. I scoffed "I obviously live here" I said gesturing around the room angrily "Hey you ain't got to get no attitude" he said making me laugh slightly "Well when you have a certain disorder that makes you want to clean everything... People touching stuff isn't going to make you very happy either" realization flashed across his face and he gave mea sorrowful expression. Before he could say anything I stopped him "I don't need your pity I'm fine with it... Now if you don't mind I would like you to leave and forget about me... That shouldn't be hard to do" I whispered to myself sadly. The one guy looked really upset about my comment but left just the same as the other guy. The rest of my day was quiet until the end when yet another person walked in my room. I sneered at the door "Get out!!" I growled making the woman laugh "Natty baby I know you know better than to mouth off to yo momma now" I gasped and ran over hugging the woman tightly "I missed you mommy" she hugged me back stroking my hair softly and kissing it. We stayed that way for a long time until she broke away and looked around the room I've been in for 13 years. I know 23 year old still living off of others sad but I can't change hoe I live right now. The thought made a tear appear in my eye "Look what that man's done to you.... Living here like a monster you can't stay here... I won't let you... Come on you comin wit me" she started taking all my stuff and pushing it in a bag. My disorder started to go crazy and I stopped her "Mom mom mom let me do it before I have a mental break down" she frowned and watched me as I repacked all the stuff neatly. She touched my shoulder as I started to shake because I couldn't get this last bag in my suitcase "Baby what's wrong" she said rubbing my back while I took deep breathes and tried again. I shook my head not wanting to tell her. My OCD will hurt her and make her feel like I'm even more of a nobody a freak. She turned me to face her "Baby tell me the truth" tears welled up in my eyes as I explained to her the day Lucious and I found out about my illness. She hugged me tighter than ever and stroked my face "You'll be fine OK we can get through it... we always do... You always do" she closed my suitcase and pulled out of the room. Lucious stopped her "Where do you think your taking her" Mom smirked "Out of that cell you put her in" she said with that attitude that I missed so much. He started laughing and shook his head "Cookie you can't just come in my house and take what belongs to me" he said pointing at me that anger I saw a long time ago rushing back into his eyes. Mom curled her lip and squinted at him "I'm not leaving here unless I can be sure that she won't be treated like she was when I found her" the man who was in my room earlier stepped up "I'll stay and make sure Ma" he said placing his hand on her shoulder. She smiled at him warmly and sighed nodding "OK I'm trusting you Jamal you hear" she said waking out. I took my bag and started walking back to my old room. Lucious stopped guiding me in a new room. A gorgeous custom room "I had this made for you I was gonna show it to you tomorrow but I was rushed" he said making me giggle slightly. I walked around the room and looked back at him "Thank you so much it's beautiful" I said smiling brightly. Jamal I think came in leaning on the door frame "So you like it" he said making me raise my eyebrow "And you care" he shrugged "Why are you so mean" I laughed "I'm mean" he nodded "You are" I rolled my eyes "Whatever" I said turning continuing admitting my new room. I heard chuckling "I know it's a act this mean girl thing I'll break you.... Your gonna break I know it" he said closing the door and making me smile to myself "We shall see" I said biting my lip but then immediately I shook it off. He doesn't care he's gay anyway. Your still nothing.
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What Am I?
أدب الهواةNatalia is a orphan who was on the street until one day she was picked up by a most unexpected person. For years she's been hidden away waiting for her moment to come out.
