DANCE

chapter 2

I went home extra early to do my chores, cook dinner and do my homework.
It was getting late and Scarlett and her boyfriend Martin haven't come out of her room. I was praying for the speed up cuz I knew I was going to be the one to clean her room after they were done.
"Brielle!Brielle!!" Scarlett called.
" Yes" I replied heading to her room thinking she called me to clean up.
My eyes widened when i saw Martin kissing her with his dick in her pussy .
"Hand the packet of condom that's in my drawer over to martin" she said.
Why the fuck did she have call me, can't they do it themselves
" Brielle!" Charlotte called
" Yes am on my way I said dropping the packet and leaving the room.
I made my way to Charlotte and James room
The brat is here Charlotte said to James
"You called me"
"Yes. What's these new thing am hearing about you running for class president at my daughter's fucking school. " she shouted
How did she find out, I haven't even told any one about it" I ----- I" stuttered in fear .
"Is she not talking to you speak up you ungrateful fool " James said with anger emmiting in his voice.
"So you went to the request if you could snatch my daughters dream from her. Principal Gracia told me everything".
" Honestly, I had nothing to do with it she just called me to her office and asked why i didn't compete with others then she urged me to contest that's all"
" Shut up! If l had know you would be a black sheep to this family I wouldn't have brought you in" James said.
" I don't really blame her, I really don't i blame your mother. Bridget was nothing more than a selfish bitch. Now I see it runs in your blood".
" Please, please Charlotte and James
I beg of you don't talk about my mom in that way. If you don't like me then why was I adopted in the first place" I replied.
" Insolent girl" Charlotte said slapping me hard across the face " you dare to call me by my name.
" Ok Mrs brown am sorry" I apologise.
" No DON'T call me that" she said slapping me again this time it was so hard and painful to the extent I fell to the floor.
" Then what am I to call you" I said with tears streaming down my face". You said with tears streaming down my face, "you never allow me call you mum, I shouldn't call you Mrs brown then what else".
"Honey can you see her, can you see she is shouting at me " she complained.
I tried standing up but they started to beat the life out of me."I am ------ I am sorry, I will not compete for class president I promise". " I begged but it's like it made matters worse. They got so angry and dragged me to the  bathroom and dipped my head in the bath tub that was filled with water.
" Will you dare to snatch my daughter's  position again" .she said puling my head out.
" NO" I said trying to breath.
"Let's let her go now she should her learnt her lesson" James said.
" Get up" she said pulling me by my hair.
" And get out"
I went to my room with the question ' why '
" Why I did my mom die" if she didn't die then
We would have been living together happily, I wouldn't have been adopted by the browns. My phone started to ring. I checked the caller ID it was a call from Oliver.
" I immediately answered the call.
"Hello"
"Hello, where are you?."
"At home why."I replied
"Have you checked the time".he asked.
" No" l removed my phone from my ear to check the time. "My word it's 10 already."
"What were you doing hurry up we're waiting."
"Okay am on my way."
I took a deep breath and went to take a brief shower.
"Am already late I can't change there , I'll have to wear my dress now." I mumbled to my self.

After getting dressed I locked the door to my room. Threw my bag out the window, turned back to look at my reflection in the mirror and smiled.the kind of dress I was wearing wasn't such that should make me smile I was wearing a black jumpsuit with  v shaped bust revealing some cleavage.I jumped out the window and covered my face with a black mask.

Second chapter here and am really trying to improve on my writing. Please try to cope with me dis is actually my first story on Wattpad. Hope you guys liked it pls do vote and possibly comment.