Has anyone thought what is like to work all day, in one room with multiple files on the desk with terrible people around? Aiden has.
Aiden Furacão, in his late twenties, had everything he could ever dream of to live the perfect life. High graduated...
Everyone lives, because they want to. I live, because I have to. Death seems too painful and going out of my room and facing my rapist is shameful. Stuck between the dilemma of living and dying, I am trying to survive. Laying on my bed, all day, all night, feels as if I am sinking into a black hole. Everyday, deeper and deeper. Lost in my thoughts and pain that much, that I didn't even realize that the servant called my name. 'Miss..?' I observe the shadow in darkness at my door with something in her hand. 'Dinner is ready.' I stretch my arm to the night lamp, turning it on. It was my routine. Being in my room all day, eating here, living here, everything. Sitting up, I look at her in the dim light. She knows it. But she prefers to keep it silent. She knows my rapist, she saw him doing it while I was unconscious. The pity, the fake care, I hate it. I hate it with all my heart. I gaze at her figure leaving the room and closing the door afterwards, leaving me alone again. Placing the tray on my lap, I take a bite. Then the second bite, third, fourth and fifth. This is how long it takes for me to feel nauseous again. Those images of myself don't leave me. Not even after six months. Waking up in pain, naked, beside him...Dylan, my cousin. My rapist. Since my dad died, my life has shattered. From quitting my job to moving to my uncle, getting forced to live there, so he could show the world what a brilliant older brother he is. My emotions always controlled my brain. I have forgotten all those years where my uncle had treated my father like some burden. Just because he was younger and successful? If jealousy was a person, it would be Dominic Walker. Never letting a chance to stain my dad's reputation but still failing at it. I thought I had manners because I grew up without a mother, but Dylan showed me the exact opposite. Drugging me, raping me, because I refused to hand Dominic dad's company. Harley would be ashamed to have a son with someone like Dominic, who turns out to be a rapist. ~~ 'Miss?' Mrs Shihan asked. Her dark eyes roaming all over my curled up body on the bed. 'Mr Walker wants to see you.', she completed. 'Why?' I demanded. Why would he want to see me? Walking in front of her I look with my weary and tired eyes at her. Pitying, again. Before she could explain further, I walked past her, going straight to the living room, watching him eating at the dinner table. His sight disgusted me. Holding one of the chairs, I spoke unemotionally 'You called me'–'I did' Lifting his ugly brown eyes and eyeing me, he ordered, 'Sit down' I knew better than to argue with him. 'You have been living here for a long time now. It's time for you to also do something'–'What?' He placed down his utensils. 'Get a job. Start working again. I can't have you living at my place and doing nothing other than eat and sleep. I am not your father' Of course he is not, my father is way better than a greedhead. 'You brought me here' I replied. 'So? I did because I pitied you, you should be thankful I brought you here. If I hadn't been there for you, you would be lying on the streets from depression.'–'I wouldn't', I protested. Dominic sighed, making a frustrated fist. 'I don't have time for your childish conversation, you are 22! And even if you wouldn't, I have Marcus company and you don't have anything. If you don't want to get kicked out of my house, then work!' With that he left.
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