Ruining her light or bringing them light

Chapter 1

Sophia:

Waking up to a series of small hand pats to the face , I come face to face to a grinning toddler my half sister Ella.  "good morning Ellie " I smiled she was a cute blond haired little girl with big brown eyes and chubby cheeks.  I mean I had no reason to hate her even if her mother was an absolute evil women. I just hoped she  would not have her kindness ripped away from her mother.

On further inspection through blurry eyes i see my other step sister Ruby she is a 12 year old blonde haired brat of a girl  , Ellas older sister. Sucking on a lollipop frustrating loudly she looks at me with a bored expression.

 With a pop from her removing the sweet she speaks " mum says you need to feed Ella and give her a bath as she is going to drop me of at school" Speaking of the devil Angelina walks up to my door trotting in her Gucci heals  "what are you doing still in bed Sofia come on make yourself useful your still under this roof for a couple more hours do something with a pitiful excuse of yourself  " 

The sting i felt in my chest was strong you would think it would get weaker after so much but it still has the same burn with every single hit. Not wanting to start an argument I rolled out of bed throwing on a big jumper over my thin sleep shirt.

 Picking up Ella and placing her on my hip I make my way downstairs. 'yes Angelina" " have a good day at school Ruby" i say with a weak smile "I wont be here when you get back i will be leaving around 12" ,"good"  Angelina pipes we can finally be proper family again with you gone".

Ignoring her and skipping down the stairs with the giggly toddler i placed her in her highchair cutting up some fruit for breakfast and running  her bath while i wait for her to finish. 

After I had  finished I handed Ella of to a maid "goodbye sweetie i will miss you" i say with a kiss on her forehead with an incoherent babble from her i make my way back up to my room. My father John Hensley lives in Central Park North of New York the three story home becomes a pain to trek. Passing my fathers office i notice the door agar walking in i see him on the phone. Immediately a frown cover his face with the sight of me before I get the chance to say anything he puts a hand over the phone and calls"Not now Sophia this is an important call" understandingly i bow my head and back out of the room shutting the large door.

 My Father worked very hard he is a leading politician and is a very respected man. I always remember him being busy constantly working due to this and not having a mother I was sent to boarding school at the age of 8 and went there until i finished school 3 months ago. 

 My mother had tragically passed away during childbirth with me she was extremely weak during the third trimester and labour was to hard on her body she had lost to much blood and it was my fault. I had stolen the love of my fathers life. There story was written for the books  he was a struggling young man in New York who fell in love with a mysterious french actress running from her family in New York. They both had big dreams and worked hard together to achieve what they wanted my mother became one of the most well known actresses  in America  and my father a leading name in politics .  The day my mother had died was a sad day for America apparently it was covered all over the headlines" the beauty Clara Moreau passes away at 26 from childbirth".

At first after the death of my mother i had been told my father was a good man he loved having a little girl in memory of his wife. Soon enough the struggles of single parenting became to hard on him, from as early as i can remember he started drinking to bear the pain of losing the love of his life and realised I was to blame for his tragic loss. I knew i looked very much alike to my mother i had seen her films and photos she was stunning. I didn't think i possessed half her beauty but I can see how much I would remind my father of my mother we had the same curly locks of brown hair and big blue eyes.