The light in my darkness ✅

🌕CHAPTER 1🌑

"Please!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I received the slap, sending me to the floor. I held my cheeks and looked at her...A witch for a stepmother.

All my life I never knew what her love would feel like. Beaten and bruised, scars she had left hidden across my back for no good reason. Haunted; she had even beat me in my dreams, restless she had made me and no one knows about it.

She stood over me, remade by plastic surgery, her long nose was now perfectly fixed. Dressed in a short orange blouse and black pants. Beautiful she looked, her smile easily charming older men, her perfectly white teeth, green eyes, and blond hair. There was nothing money can't buy.

But it can't buy my life

"I simply asked for one birthday party," I said getting up and pointing my fingers at her in anger. Tears fell from my cheeks as she smiled. She always smiles at my weakness.

Too bad she doesn't know, that this ain't weakness, this is the strongest I've ever been

"Who are you to ask me for a birthday party huh? Are you working? Have you ever given me one cent? Do you know how hard money is to gain?" She asked with disgust.

How could I give her anything when she never allows me to work? when she plays nice to everyone else except me.When she acts as if she is the perfect stepmother in the whole world. Plus she doesn't need the money.

Take a look around this place, all you see is richness. High walls, rich paint, and designs, a big mansion with two pools. Inside is all you would ever wish for. It's one of those houses where all you can say is 'curtain open' and it obeys you. It is one out of many. Yet still, I have to beg for money and I never get enough.

She is nothing but the devil's daughter.
Drenched and soaked in venom she must be, cause all I see when she looks at me is the definition of hatred.

"Get out, lock yourself in the room, I'm having some guests over, I don't need you spoiling my night," She said for the countless but not this time she won't get away with it.

"I'm not going anywhere, today is my birthday and I decided what to do," I said with my back turned and she grab me by my hair.

A hair she had dyed permanent red, out of spite, but I had turned out to love it because it fits me well. It falls curly around my slim shoulders.

"Just because you are eighteen doesn't mean you rule me, you do exactly what I say or else I'll punish your sweet Matilda so much you'll regret fucking with me," As she speak, no as she hissed. She pulls me by my hair and shook me. I tried to remove her strong hands from my hair and tears leaked from my eyes.

I'm such a fool to think it would be so easy. Nothing is easy when it comes to her, even when am eighteen she still got a grip on me. Why does my life have to be like this?

On my birthday, big bad eighteen, I'm getting held on and spoken rudely to, meanwhile, others are out there eating cakes and ice creams.

She have the guts to threaten me with my sister. The only precious thing I have left. Well not really, I have my dad, but he is slowly but surely being poisoned by his wife.

"Did I make myself clear?!"

"Yes-y-y-yes," I said afraid she'll shout in my ear again. She loses me and I run up the stairs, almost falling on my face and I heard her laugh, no doubt she wished I'd fallen over and broken a few bones.

I rushed into my room and slam the door, quickly locking it with the key. I checked again to make sure it was locked and it was, but I still couldn't help to check again.

Removing my phone from the center of my bed, I listened at the door for her footsteps but there were none.
Touching a few icons I put the phone at my ears and waited for it to ring.

"Hello? dad? dad? I'm-hum-" I listen at the door again."Humm, I was wondering if I could stay over at Kimberly's for my birthday."

"What stupid question is that Caroline? I left a present for you this morning I hope you liked it, your mom always got it for you."

Present? which present?

"Yes, it's lovely," I said covering my mouth as an overwhelming feeling came over me, not knowing where the hell the gift was. My mom died when I was eight and we had birthdays together, she would always get me this handmade chocolate of hers.

"It's made with love," She would say, but now I don't see any chocolate.

I knew she had taken it.

" I love you, dad, see you tomorrow."

"I love you too, happy birthday," he hang up but not before I heard him sniff on the end. He was crying. Maybe he is not that far gone. Maybe he still loves mom. Well, those are just fantasies.

I have called on god so many times, I wondered if he heard me, because he seems deaf. My heart has bled and leaked black oil but I've never been rescued.

***

I had packed a sleepover bag and was walking out through my window for the countless time.

Just wait until she finds out

I slowly walked down and hopped off around the back. I ran through the gate and into the road. Looking back now and then to see if she saw me.

"Honk! honkkkkkkkkk!" A car horn screeched and I drop in fright. I stare like a deer caught in the light, only there wasn't any light on.

I almost got run over

"Are you alright?" A deep voice asked. I look up and I backed away when the person offered me a hand. A hand with two finger rings and bracelets.

"I'm okay," I said rushing to my feet. Looking up my eyes met a tall body built young man, dressed in a blue business suit. His head side trims and faded, his neat black hair pulled back in a ponytail at the back of his head.

He removed a blue shade from his face and I stare into a pair of dark eyes, black arched eyebrows, straight nose, and pinkish lip, and my eyes caught the gleaming of earrings in his ears.

The collar of his neck opened and a thin gold chain lay across his chest.

Wow, somebody fan me

"Humm, young lady?"

"Yes, yes sir?" I snap my gaze from his body and looked up at him.

"I'm detective Morris. I'm looking for a, what's her name again? Pulin? Pauline Harding," He flashes his ID and shows me a badge next to his gun by slightly opening his jacket.

"I-I-humm-I do-don't-I don't know who is that," I stammered.

Detective?

What the hell is he looking for her for? what happens when she goes upstairs just to see me outside with a detective? She probably thinks I got my boyfriend over

What boyfriend? he looks like twenty-five

"I know when you are lying, what's your name?" He asked removing a notebook from his pocket and I noticed he was holding a pen in the other hand.

"Jennifer."

"Jennifer? you don't look like a Jennifer, well Jennifer could you please get in the car?"

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