MALLEABLE

CHAPTER TWO

enigma: a person or thing that is mysterious or difficult to understand.

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S A B R I N A

I slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, my eyelids heavy with the residue of dreams I couldn't quite remember.

The soft warmth of morning sunlight kissed my face, coaxing me gently into consciousness. As I blinked away the remnants of slumber, my room came into focus.

The sun painted intricate patterns on the walls, casting aside the shadows that had become my constant companions. It was as though the world beyond my window held promises of a brighter day.

I became aware of the subtle sounds that filled the room-the gentle rustle of curtains stirred by a playful breeze, the distant hum of a city awakening. Life continued its inexorable march outside, a reminder that time, like the river's flow, waited for no one.

A sudden chime of notification pulled my attention towards the wooden nightstand. Snatching my phone I stared as several soft chimes of incoming notifications resounded in the room.

Every one of them from my friends wishing me on my birthday, of finally achieving adulthood, of being old enough to vote and deciding the future of the nation, but not old enough to drink.

With a soft smile, I replied to each one of them with big thank you's and my extensive collection of stickers and emojis.

One message in particular caught my eye, as I grinded my teeth in impending rage.

Simon : Happy Birthday Baby.

That single message sullied my almost happy temperament. I frowned at the screen as my fingers typed the words I had wanted to say to his face for almost 2 years now.

Fuck you.

Simon Bale. The boy I had been going out for 2 years and he has been cheating on me with several women over the majority of that time period.

All because I wouldn't put out for him. I was glad I didn't sacrifice my virginity just to see a smile on his puke-inducing face, his greasy blonde hair or his dirty blue eyes.

He could go and fuck himself.

I shot up and sat on the bed while glaring at the phone before blocking his phone number. Eighteen for a few hours and I was already feeling free.

The sudden throb on my breasts caught my attention as soon as I sat up and leaned against the headboard. A small dark bruise on top of breast, near my nipples burned in pain.

"What the fuck?" mumbling, I stood up and walked towards my full body length mirror to study the damage.

I pressed a finger above the bruise and flinched when I heard a loud knock against the wood of my bedroom door.

"Yes?" I said, quickly adjusting my night dress even though I knew the door wouldn't open without my permission.

"Mr. Richmond is calling you downstairs for breakfast, Miss Sabrina." the voice of Hugo, one of my Dad's bodyguards said, outside the door informed as I let out a soft sigh and nodded unconsciously.