At the tender age, a vibrant young girl was snatched away from her loving family, forced to endure 13 long years under the oppressive rule of her callous step-parents. These heartless guardians not only neglected her but harboured a deep-seated hatr...
I groaned as I tried to shake off the remnants of sleep from my mind. The voice that had woken me up was familiar, but at that moment, all I wanted was to go back to sleep. As I mumbled my half-hearted protest about needing more beauty sleep, I made the mistake of shifting onto my stomach. That's when it happened - a sharp pain shot through my abdomen, causing me to tumble off the bed in a less-than-graceful manner.
The concerned voice persisted, "Are you okay, baby?"
I grunted in response, not bothering to lift my head to see who it was. "I'm fine; you can leave now."
The voice continued with worry lacing every word, "Is your head okay?"
Annoyed by the persistent concern, I snapped back without thinking, "Mind your business and leave me alone," before retreating into the bathroom and slamming the door behind me.
As I stood in front of the mirror, trying to gather my thoughts, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. The voice that woke me up seemed familiar, but my mind was still foggy from sleep.
I splashed some water on my face and took a deep breath. As I looked at my reflection, the events of yesterday started to come back to me, Hennie and Denny,which caused me to smile.
I undressed myself, grabbed my towel, and entered the tub, filled with ice-cold water, sending chills all over my body.
Fifteen minutes had elapsed, and there I was, still submerged in the water. I delved deeper, feeling the pressure build in my head, yet strangely revealing in the sensation. The pain seemed to evoke an inexplicable pleasure within me.
As I emerged from the water, gasping for air, I gingerly reached for my towel, ensuring that my crimson droplets didn't mar its pristine white surface.
Gazing at my reflection in the mirror, all I could perceive was a stunning young woman yearning for affection and care. "How utterly disheartening," I mused, rolling my eyes at the sight before me.
Exiting the bathroom, I rummaged through my closet and retrieved a garment designed to conceal my scars, sparing me the arduous task of applying makeup across my entire body.
I picked up a white cosy long wear set and my silver contacts.
I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked presentable, and that's all that matters. I mean, who needs a reason to look this good? As I admired my flawless reflection, I realised that I was getting bored of my own perfection. So, I decided to spice up my day by meeting , Hennie and Denny.
I didn't wake up with them this morning, and it really hurt. So, armed with my trusty phone and air pods, I embarked on a whimsical adventure to find my missing brothers.
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"What the heck is wrong with you?" I exclaimed, my voice rising in frustration as I directed my words at Hardin.
The exasperation in my tone was palpable as I struggled to comprehend how he had once again found himself in a situation that warranted such a response.
"Now you may be asking, how the hell did you get yourself in the same situation, Riley? Do you ever learn, bitch?"
Well, let me rewind for better understanding.
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I was making my way to the kitchen when I overheard whispering, or rather, gossiping. As someone who was taught never to eavesdrop on others' conversations, I initially hesitated.
But curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself drawn closer to the source of the conversation.
As I stealthily approached the source of the conversation, I couldn't help but wish that I hadn't. "Why the hell is she here again?" one of my brothers grumbled, irritation evident in his voice.
"Shut up, this is her home too," came a voice that I immediately recognised as Hades', coming to my defence.
"I agree with Hardin, why is she here?" chimed in another voice that I didn't recognise, also siding with Hardin.
However, they also mentioned that there wasn't much benefit to me being there but suggested that they could gather some information about my family.
It was a shock to hear such callousness.
"It turns out they don't want me, they never did," I thought to myself, processing the harsh reality of the situation. The realisation that my own family was only interested in using me for their personal gain hit me hard. It was a painful truth to accept, but it also fuelled my resolve to confront them and demand answers.
I was really hurt and betrayed. How could they do that to me? How could they say all those things about me and still keep me here? As I mulled over these thoughts, I got really gall about the gossip and decided to confront them.
"What the heck is wrong with you?" I exclaimed, directing my frustration at Hardin without acknowledging others in the room. The gossip and betrayal had pushed me to my limit.
"Don't ever come to me and yell. ever," he said, giving me a menacing look as his eyes darkened. Of course, I got scared, but I couldn't let him think he is in control over me.
"Answer the god damn question, you fucking bastard," I said, and I wish I didn't. You know when you feel a demonic spirit in your room and you could feel their black eyes staring right into your soul? Well, you're not in the position to talk because you know you are not related to it, and it won't physically kill you. And it probably does not have the muscles of 20 men. Dear God.
"Repeat," he said, staring at me with his heart and soul. I was about to repeat myself as the idiot I am when someone adroitly interrupted me.
"That's enough Harper, go to your room," Hades commanded as he nodded at the two other idiots I didn't bother identifying.
"It's Riley to you, ass hole," I said as I left the kitchen heading straight to my room. I hate them.
