Blood and abuse

Chapter two

Aching came from my wrist as I'm been moping the floor for four hours straight because the twins decided to try and prank everyone in the house, which, I found funny. They were always up to no good, causing problems. They see this house as a playhouse, putting traps everywhere as a joke. Today, they decided to pour Greg in gravy filled with vegetables and ha, you should've seen the look on Jane and Greg's face, it was priceless- ha ha ha.

I can't stop laughing.

I wish Rosemary and Hazel were around more often, those two always make my day and put a happy smile on my face inside of a fake one that I force all. Day. LONG! It was starting to get old.

They treated me with respect and Hazel asks me, "why do they always make you work?" and I had to explain that I was adopted and not loved and cared for like parents treat their own kids. I'm treated nothing more than a sex toy, maid, and an inhumane person. Lips just run across my body like I'm a plastic Barbie doll that doesn't have any feelings. Rosemary sneaked me a piece of strawberry cake for her birthday so I could have something to eat.

They make me feel like I belong in this family and that I'm one of them.

I wake up to the nightmare I always wake up to, waking up in this house. Rats scurried through the cracks laying in the walls with a slice of last weeks cheese in their mouth which I had to cover my nose at the sight, it just makes me sick to the stomach. A few holes lied in my only pair of clothes. I huff and barely drag myself out of bed before colliding with the door.

"Ow." I moaned. A sharp pain hit my skin like electricity, I tried to touch it but it only throbbed to the touch, probably another bruise. My clothes looked like a homeless person's, holes in my maid outfit, stains, etc. I know I have to wear this so I slipped off my clothes, revealing naked skin. A girl stared back at me well I dragged the maid outfit on me.

"This is all I've got." I muttered to myself. 

Steps echoed from my feet to upstairs, standing there was evil witch herself, Jane. Dark circles lied underneath her slightly wrinkled eyes. She looked pale than I've seen her in weeks.

"Bitch, you slept in you little cunt." The words didn't take affect as I've heard them many times before. The whiny witchy-bitchy is never happy, always has to whine like a little baby. That's how these people are who never heard of the word RESPECT. I'll gladly teach you bitches, let's start taking lessons now. Mother dragon, smile and great me with kindness when I walk up the stairs, gamer Rosemary, ask kindly if I can help you with a soft smile like a feather. Furry dong Hazel, help me out with daily chores instead of lazing around on the couch watching me clean the floor and those are the skills you need to work on for now, thank you.

My hands laid on the floor, scrubbing the floor when hands as sore as hell but I knew to not get fucking punish for fucking stop fucking working. I can't live a Goddamn normal life because you always treat me like this. You always make me do everything because you don't wanna do it. How is that fair to me? 

Soapy water came into contact with my face as the bucket stuck to me head like glue, the water splatter onto the floor, soap went in my eyes, causing them to sting. My outfit became a mop to the floor as if I were to squirm against the floor, it would clean beautifully. I lifted the bucket off my head and I cried to get the soap out of my eyes, mother and her nieces pointed at me and called me a baby before kicking the bucket and leaving, leaving a distressed me laying on the floor.

How would I let these happen? Now the floor is going to be ruined because of me.