The world has never revolved around me, that I learned at a very young age. Heck not to be all dramatic or anything but I have always felt it close around me. Pushing me impossibly to the concrete walls it has created around me an all of these years.
You see, I don't have the best luck in love or life in general. The only thing that has ever went good for me is my skill to tell a story. Which is why I'm going to tell this one so buckle up this will be a bumpy ride!
I was ten when I first got my period, my family was so thrilled about the news and yes it sounds unusual for so but hey, I got my period right? I was becoming a woman. To them, I was getting closer and closer to securing their future. My Aunt Victoria is all I have ever had left to even guide me to my adult hood, as a woman of course. But even she was just alone because she has no husband, no child and basically spends most of her time looking after our family's business and reputation.
Our family's delivering service, which delivers basically anything, by anything, I mean the bad things also. I don't need to mention them because it's obvious, the illegals. They can even make international shipments without being checked which at first was wonderful and perfect you know? That was until father. That son of a bitch was as stupid as he looked. Excuse my French, I don't find joy in cussing.
My inner thoughts are much less ladylike than my actual self. My actual self, my actual self is someone that represents me in the outside world. That beautiful girl you see at a coffee shop delicately holding her tea and dabbing her lips with so much class you'd roll your eyes at it. The girl who would wear the most expensive things and style them like she always does. Her body makes anything look good. She's the man's very own fantasy meaning she reaches a lot of those ridiculous beauty standards that men love so much and yet can't meet the ones we describe.
In simpler words, I am known as the soft girl amongst many. Because I have been taught to be so feminine, I mustn't have to be told when not to speak.
I, Ravina Hugh, on the other hand despise that person. Because that girl looks perfect in the naked eye. Her perfect straight teeth that have never needed braces shine whenever she shows them and yet it's always so fake. She wears glasses which makes her look smart and somehow "softer" when it's all a ruse or excuse because I just can't see clearly. Yes, that girl is I.
I despise this girl contrary to how carefully taken care of I make her seem to be, because at a very young age she was shaped into the young woman she is now. Fresh out of college to secure a tittle to go along with making me the great prize. Yes, my family is treating me like a treasure and not in a good way, in a very sick twisted way. Because they got this treasure and they polished, groomed and took over its choices and worth, everything so that this moment would come.
Instead of casting me out like how most white families would with a child different from them, they decided to play project with me and successfully so, I grew up where the world was developed enough to accept me in the society. Again, not for the right reasons.
And yes again, I admit I am that girl. The prettiest in many rooms in high school, or as I was told of course. Yet it confused many of how soft spoken I was and unwilling to hang out with the popular crowd because if I did, my perfect skin and body would be flawed and the one who gives it flaws would taint it further out of anger for making him do such.
My father may be dead but another monster lingered after him, a monster he called his son. He has the same goals as him, he has the same psychotic thoughts like him and he's as barbaric if not worse than him. I would normally call this thing my brother but no, my brother wouldn't touch me like he does. He's sick, twisted and all the way deranged beyond fix. I think about stabbing him everyday but I'm a mere damsel in distress, all I can do is obey. But it's out of fear for him only, it's also out of fear for my Aunt Victoria.
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FanfictionTired of the nagging of his undying parents, Nathaniel Lake Wader finds himself a wife. A woman both acceptable as his shiny object to keep his parents happy and operate his underground work without having them at his back. But what he finds is more...
