ASHES

CHAPTER 1.

A scream left her mouth echoing in the whole room but when silence took over then there was a deathly silence. Her heart was pounding so fast she could hear it clearly but breaths were mere. " I hope you learn your lesson, bitch ". A roar brought the poor soul some sense to shiver badly but it didn't satisfy the cruel woman when she kicked her stomach making her groan in pain. Sobs left her mouth but she quickly rested her bloody palm to block them, not wanting to get punished for crying like a scary cat.

The woman had gone from the sight leaving the poor soul alone in a dusty place which they called her room. It was a small storeroom but she was glad to take it cause it was better to not lay in the corridor or kitchen. Even though the house was too big for five people including her.

Her stomach was aching and rumbling but she knew it was her punishment to burn the cruel woman's clothes. She couldn't even think to steal food or else know the outcomes if she got caught. Her stomach was begging her to eat something but cursing on herself she closed her eyes try to drift into sleep. At least I'm free in my dreams land.

In the morning she woke up by her Auntie when she threw cold water on her face making her gasp. She quickly wiped down the water from her face and sat up with an open mouth to gulp the air. The burning gaze was holing on her thin body. She lowered her gaze not wanting to get punished for making eye contact. " I don't give you bread for sleeping, bitch ". A hard slap landed on her cheek but she used to bear it didn't even hiss.

" Go and do house chores and I swear if I get little dirt in the house then I'm going to erase the name of yours from this earth, do you get it? " Her Auntie's roar make her shiver badly as she nodded like a parrot. " Then why are you standing here go, bitch ". Before she could move a hit from cane lashed on her back making her cry out loud but she run out of the room to do what they give her bread to eat.

The whole day she was busy doing house chores not taking a break only two times food she had allowed, breakfast and dinner. In the name of breakfast, they only gave her three pieces of bread to eat and she was thankful it was far better than roaming on street and eating from the trash.

She was only 17 but they all never show mercy to see how thin and fragile she was and made her do everything to save their money to hire more servants.

Samantha, her auntie's daughter was the second copy of her mother. No trace of mercy. Andrew was not kind too, she never like him in the first place. From the day she hold senses found him too much cruel and awkward. He always tried to get closer to her but her auntie was indeed cleaver to see it with hawk eyes. She even heard auntie say to her son, She is a witch don't try to ruin your name for her, she's not even worthy to be our slave. Another hand her uncle was a quiet man who never tried to even give her gaze cause he hated her father.

After her parent's death, they were only hoping to give her shelter but asking for a favor back by pulling her poor soul out throwing her on house chores to do.

" Bitch, where is my coffee? " She heard her auntie's roar making her shiver badly. She quickly set the coffee and teacups on a tray and went out of the kitchen. Chef gave her a sympathetic look but knew he can't do something for the poor soul.

She was resting tray on the table when heard her uncle say," I don't think he will leave me in peace . I make the biggest mistake to double-cross him and leak his illegal trucks information to his competitor . Not yet but soon he will find out ". His voice was trembling even horror was visible in his eyes.

" Then why did you do this, dad ". Andrew asked in frustration, but gaze at her who was holding the cup and saucer. His eyes sparkled with evilness and he took it but brushed his fingers with hers making her gulp in fear. She lowered her head and pulled her hand back. She held another mug and forward her hand to give Samantha coffee.