I was very mature for my age, unlike most nine year olds. All of a sudden, I felt a sudden power over me. I was dominating. I was enough. I had a plan. I I would save enough money to move out of that cruella's house, at the age of eighteen. In eight years i would have enough to buy my own house and live a decent life.
"That's it!!" I would steal those spoiled rich people's money for my justice I would take the money, I always deserved. I even used to work a night shift at a mill store for 10 dollars an hour, when my aunt and cousins fell asleep at night. I would work from12 AM to 2 AM. I woke up at 5 AM. I got very less sleep but it was worth it.
Slowly, the money gathered up and by the end of the year, on my birthday, December 28, In one year, I had saved 1000 dollars. It wasn't enough to live an average life, but by eighteen, I would have more than enough. I felt so achieved but still, no improvement in my life other than money.
5 years later: Year 1911 Catherine is 15: (narrating)
As time passed, Catherine's treatment only got worse. She slaved around everyone almost all the time and got almost no time for her secret job. She still worked a little. Now she worked early hours with a bigger risk of being discovered 11 to 1 AM. She now wakes up at 4 AM. She is always tired due, to only 3 hours of sleep.
The mean comments never stopped.
"LAZY MENACE"
"STRANGEST OF RATS"
"HEY, DEPRESSED GIRL!"
Heather's POV:
"Hey Catherine. Me and Harriett need to talk to you."
It was the first time anyone from that house had called her by her name.
"Listen, we are really sorry for everything we have put you through."
"It's ok" Catherine said, as she couldn't reply with anything else. She knew what would happen if she said it wasn't ok.
"But we are not sorry for this"
*They both snicker*
"Not sorry for what?" Asked a confused Catherine.
THIS!!
Both, Harriett and Heather pushed Catherine into a small closet, where they store their useless junk.
Catherine screamed for hours crying, banging on the door for someone to help her poor soul. though Aunt Agnes heard her, she ignored.
after another hour of weeping and crying, Aunt Agnes snapped and came over. As soon as she came, Heather and Harriett burst into fake tears. "momma she hit us so we locked her in the closet!" wailed Harriett.
Again, Catherine faced the same trauma she did six years ago. She got beaten with a rope. This time the hits were worse. She got an injured nose, a black eye and a sprained ankle.
Every time she moved, her whole body pained. Yet again, she was forced to slave around all day.
She looked at her saved 5000 dollars. "Oh my Lord, when will the time come?" Catherine sobbed.
next: Chapter three: Early leave.
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Life of Cathrine
Short StoryA girl named Catherine's parents died and was sent to live with her evil aunt. She grew sick and made a plan to escape at eighteen but when she couldn't bear her cousins ant aunt's behavior, she escaped at sixteen itself. She escaped with her secret...
