Maybe It Was Ment To Be

~The beginning~

I was so young, a foolish child...

"WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT LILLIAN!!" my stepmother screamed.

"I.. I'm sorry... I was just trying to be helpful." tears rolling down my cheeks as she got up from the table.

My stepmother hated me with a burning passion, she always saw me as a burden to her and my father.
She raised her hand and struck me across the face with a hard slap, I stumbled back cupped my now throbbing cheek..

Tears now running down my warm cheeks, my face stinging, we stand in silents for 10 seconds, those 10 seconds I stared at the floor where the plate was that's now broken in little fragments on the floor.

"You are to clean this up NOW or I will make you sleep in the attic!" She snarled, the look in her eyes full of anger and irritation.

"Yes ma'am." I replied softly choking back big sobs, I start to clean up the shards of plate off the floor and the egg that was now all over the place.

When this happens I offer try and remember my mother and how kind she was. She was so beautiful and sweet, she loved me with all she had. when I was 4 she was diagnosed with a rapid growing cancer and the doctors had given her 6 months to live.

She was an amazing mother, she had beautiful blue eyes and long blonde hair she was thin and fit too.

I'm quickly brought back to reality as my father walks into the dining room.

"Goodmorning my love" stepmother said smiling from ear to ear.

"Goodmorning" he said with a burning look in his eyes.

He glanced at me as I sat silently staring at the table.

"Goodmorning Lillian" he said with a warm smile.

"Goodmorning father" I say while looking at the table still.

He frowned as he sat down to eat, I could tell he was upset that I didn't look at him, but how could I? He never once stood up for me to my wicked stepmother. He would just ignore the fact that I was being man handled by that wicked woman.

"You are to look at your father when he is talking to you, you little brat." She snapped.

I look up at my father who is starting at me.

"Much better." She glared.

I couldn't help but look at my father with a blank numb expression, my blue eyes held nothing but an emptiness in them.

"May I be excused" I ask looking at my father with a straight face.

"NO you may not!" My stepmother cuts in.

My father looking at me with sorrow in his eyes, speaks.
"Yes you may be excused"
I swiftly get up from the table and walk out of the dinning room, as I walk I hear my stepmother squabbling about me leaving the dining room.

I swiftly walk to my room. As I enter my room I shut my door and land face first into my bed, I let out all my tears into my pillow, I sob long and hard.

Until I drift into a deep sleep.