Blood and abuse

Chapter one

Rain poured over Pojiama, almost like the feeling this nightmare-of-a-house. Everyone in this house treats me like a servant, "Bitch, do the laundry, oh, and make sure it gets in the dryer afterwards."

"Bitch, do the dishes."

"Bitch, clean the toilet, it's dirty."

"Bitch, can you help me get ready for my date?"

"Bitch, brush my hair."

"Bitch, make supper..."

"Bitch, iron my clothes, they're as wrinkly as an elderly." and so on.

I've grown use to following their demands because I was scared of what either Jane or Greg would do to me if they caught me sticking up for myself (or, in their words, being stubborn and difficult).

I fear Greg will preform sex on me like he did weeks after I settled in, that was the day I opened my eyes and said if I wanna live, then I need to follow their retarded demands, and I'm been a people pleaser ever since, ignoring the fact that I feel broken and keep pushing forward.

I know that will never go away, that dark cloud-feeling, the feeling of being unloved, the feeling of being not cared for, the feeling of hopelessness and never being able to escape, the feeling of being glued to your bed because you know what you're waking up to, calling yourself names and believing them, worrying that Greg or Jane will kill me if I don't do what I'm told, scared one more that I'll never wake up and be surrounded in the darkness that they gave to my world, but, most importantly, the feeling of being stuck in a never-ending prison, like there is no way out, and every direction leads you back to the same path.

I will have to live with that my whole life and never grow up what real loves feeling like, but just being a maid until the day I die. I know I can't run or else Greg and/or Jane will punish me, I don't wanna die, I'm only sixteen!

I never get a normal sixteen year old's life, having a partner, first kiss, working (and not as a maid), hanging out with friends/partner, going to parties, sleepovers, eating out, and a lot of studying. Rosemary and Hazel were always out with friends and didn't home until late at night but that doesn't concern our guardians. They trust the girls enough to know they wouldn't engage in any sexual activity or anything of the sort. They treat the twins like they're princesses which is fair because they are her nieces. Their parents died in a plane accident 5 years ago and haven't been the same since.

Hazel is always staring at the ground and her twin sister is depressed. You can tell by looking in her eyes, sadness, pain, and anger lie within her brown eyes. She would hardly get out of the house if it wasn't for her twin sister, she would always lock herself in her room and let out loud sobs.

I know what that pain feels like. The pain of just wanting your family back; my family was poor but the love they had for me is never forgotten. I miss then everyday and wonder how they are doing. If I could see them one more time, it would mean everything to me. It would remind me where I came from and that people still love and care about me even though they aren't here at the present moment.

I wish I could be like the girls right now and laugh in joy well playing video games with each other and their friends. Rose got so hooked onto Zelda that she will bring her device everywhere because she is determined to beat the game. Hazel will be feeding her breakfast, lunch, and supper well she tries to beat the game.

I always admire how sweet she always treats her, she knows she will get nothing in return but that doesn't stop her from showing her kindness. If anyone ever showed me kindness, then I would be sure to repay them for being kind.

My thoughts were interrupted with Rose running towards me. "Bitch, help me tie my bow for school." Rose always wears dresses to school, ones that always had ribbons in the back. She was one of the most popular girls at school as she is dating the captain of the football team. He came over to the house a few times and I don't like him. He's always aggressive demeanor when he comes over, always collides his hand against the fine wooden table, screams at Rose (or everyone else) if he steals the spot HE wants to sit at, yells at Rose, always discusses negative topics, jokes about what she wears, (that's not even funny)! He gives her the silent treatment (when they get into fights), he is a fucking liar, and he's always on my phone, smiling. 

There are some days I wish I could use the knife to stab him, but I know I fucking can't which is bullshit because I'm a goddamn maid and that isn't right. I'm such a person who does your choirs because you're too damn lazy bitches who don't get up for nothing but fucking food, and that is bullshit. I deserve rights like every other person, this isn't the 19th century you disgraceful, revolting, disgusting rats. I'm too nice to say all this out loud. I know slicing the blade into her loser boyfriend's skin wouldn't do me any good, but just cost me jail time.

I wonder how the blade would feel against my skin...