The Game of Revenge

1.

K E N D A L L

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

The wall clock hung just in front of me is sounding. Perhaps, it's the only thing which is making a sound right now. The whole mansion is quite as if nobody lives here.

"Ma'am?" I flinched only to look at a maid, standing before the door while holding a tray in her hands. I raised my eyebrows, "Lunch?"

"I don't have appetite, take it back. " "Ma'am please have something. You've not eaten anything from morning" she is true. "Keep it there"

She came inside and kept the tray on the table before exiting the room.

A mare maid has more care for me than any of my parents. I would never knew my biological mother ever existed if the family photo wasn't here. Do I really deserve it?

♡

"Ken, I am really worried about you, " Rose said from the other side of the phone. "Don't worry, Rose. I am alright" I spoke. "Fine then, take care of yourself" with that, we hung up. I don't feel like talking to anyone. As if a part of me was missing.

As I disconnected the call, a maid came panting heavily. "What happened, Lily? " I asked, "Ma'am, Mrs. Walters is nowhere to be found. " she stated taking long breathes. "Huh?"

"We found a note in her room" she showed me a piece of paper in her hands. "Tell me what happened exactly?"

"Ma'am, I went to her room but she wasn't present instead, all her stuff was missing and-and we found this on the bed"

I took the white paper,

''Dear Ken,
Thank you so much for being a good daughter. After your father had gone, I think I don't have a place here. Don't try to find me and take care of yourself''

My hands trembled badly and my knees went weak as if they'll give up anytime soon. The paper slipped from my hands and fell somewhere followed by me.

(Past)
Age- 9

My favourite doll, her name is Emily Walters. This is my favourite work and place, playing and papa's room. I find peace here. Papa never scolds me if I sit here nor he tells me to go to my room.

I love being here. After papa introduced me to that aunty, I slept in afternoon, now I feel good. Papa and that aunty isn't at home. He said he'll bring me something when he returns.

"Oh, my child" my gaze travells towards the voice and, papa was standing at the door. I got of from the bed and ran towards him, today also I'll sleep with papa and he won't deny me.

"Papa, where's my chocolates? " I asked, "Uh... Chocolates, dear?" he spoke sitting on his knees and matching my height. "Big girls don't eat chocolates."

"Tell me honestly papa, you forgot to bring them, right?" "Yes dear, I am sorry" he said, "It's okay papa"

"Okay, tell me did you have dinner? " "yes, papa", he nodded. "Papa, I am sleepy, can I sleep with you tonight? "
I asked, knowing that he won't deny but, "uh, not today baby, you'll sleep beside me but not today. Okay? Now go to your room, sweetie"

I felt like as if my heart dropped to my stomach, papa never denies me for anything but,

Suddenly, he gets up and walked towards the bed leaving me behind, I was ready to walk outside the room, taking my steps towards the door, I was ready to go when he called somebody, "Cara darling, please come inside"

The same aunty came inside glaring me. I was about to exit the door when dad called me, "Kendall, here, take your doll with you" I turned back, "but Emily lives here, right papa?"

"Yeah, but now, she'll live with you, in your room."

(Present)

That day, papa's behavior and love started to change completely towards me. I do remember, that day, I cried the whole night and in the morning, my eyes were puff and red.

I never had a good childhood to start with.

Now, I don't even think I deserve love. Everybody hates me for no reason, mumma left and papa was there but initially, he had left me, alone.

Just a piece of paper she had left before going away. Just a bloody paper. Saying that I was a good daughter. Was I?

I still wish I could have thrown her out just that day when she laid her first foot in this house.

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