Chapter 9

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"WHERE WERE YOU?" her voice pierced my ears as soon as I walked in. by the time I could look in her direction I felt her backhand my cheek.

Damn she was fast.

"I ASKED YOU SOMETHING" She yelled. Okay she's angry.

"I was-" I tried answering.

"SHUT UP. I KNOW VERY WELL THAT YOU WERE WHORING AROUND" she yelled "I CAN SMELL IT ON YOU" she assumed grabbing my hair.

Tears made their way into my eyes, but she continued to yank it, sending me spiraling on the floor. I tried softening the blow to my ass by landing on my hands, it worked but I also twisted my wrist due to the impact.

Damn the world is against me. I could already feel it burn up and swelling make its way to my wrists.

But she didn't know that, so she continued to grab me by my arm and pull me back up.

Now what-

She shoved me into the wall with her palm against me neck "I BETTER SEE THE DINNER ON THE TABLE IN 30 MINUTES OR I'M GONNA TELL ABOUT YOU WHORING AROUND TOWN AND RUINING OUR FAMILY NAME TO YOUR FATHER".

Now that threat set me going. I vigorously nodded my head as she let me go.

I rushed into the kitchen and started cooking immediately.

I set so water to boil for soup and decided to make baked potatoes. I also shredded the chicken from yesterday and cooked up some random recipe off the top of my head.

I was done in around 30 minutes so I let out a breath of relief.

Mum walked in and inspected the food. "Sadly, since you'll also be eating with us, go cover up those ugly bruises and wear something that doesn't make you look homeless for once. You will also not speak unless spoken to and if you even try to suly the name your father has made for this family anymore than you already have, you'll face what you deserve" she instructed. 

I quietly walked up the stairs to my room and leaned against the locked door. I went to the bathroom mirror and quickly undressed.

I saw a nasty bruise on my right shoulder from the wall and the swelling make my left wrist look like a tennis ball. There were a few bruises and cuts on my face since she wore diamond rings that were really sharp.

It was a shame. I really hated lipsticks, but the cut on my lip made it impossible not to wear lipstick.

There was enough time for me to take a quick bath. I turned the hot water up all the way. It made the bruise less painful.

'See your own parents don't like you' the voices said. I was wondering where they were.

I smiled, but a tear made its was down my face. It mixed with the steaming water. Sadly, the hot water didn't make my heart hurt any less.

It was true, my own parents thought I was useless and failed to love me. How could I love myself or even let anyone else love me.

I was broken and I couldn't be fixed.

My thoughts soon went to Lorenzo.

'Do you think he will like you back?' they scoffed at my hope 'there are so many girls he could go for and you know they will never reject him. Do you really think he will go for you?'

Of course, I didn't expect him to like me back.

Ever.

But that didn't mean I stopped liking him.

I guess it'll just be one sided.

But he was my one hope. In life. He made it happier. And I was never losing that hope.

It was the only thing that stopped me from...

I looked down at my thighs...

Scars from the past few years still remained. They were pretty faded but there were too many, so they were still visible.

I had tried to quit, but it was already a habit. But since I had met Lorenzo, I had not gotten back to it.

I got out of the shower and walked into my closet.

Settling on a dress that I thought mum would approve, I got dressed and covered up the bruises as much as I could.

"Violet!" mum's voice rang but this time around it sounded sweet. The guests were here. I sighed and walked into the dining room.

Three people stood there. The third person was a boy. He looked around my age. He was tall and lean. I saw his gaze on me and it just didn't feel right. I saw him look me up and down, Eye me like I was a piece of candy. I felt uncomfortable but it didn't matter.

I turned my attention towards his parents who stood to his left. The lady dressed elegant and richly. She held a designer bag to her side. Her hair in a slick bun and she stood in 6-inch heels. The man was in a suit and looked fairly simple, but he had that bitchy look on his face.

Well, this is going nicely.

"This is my lovely daughter" my mother introduced with a smile that even Sherlock Holmes would believe. So much for double faces.

"Hello" I said nodding my head with a smile "I'm Violet". I shook hands with the man and the woman. All the elders went ahead and took seats at the table while I shifted awkwardly on my feet under the gaze on the boy who was standing in front of me.

The boy came and stood next to me "Hello, I'mMichael" he introduced as he held his hand out.

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