Hidden Truth

Chapter two (2)

Day after day, I try to find a new job. From famous clothing companies to food companies, I tried everywhere, but failed. No one needs me. Not in their lives nor in their businesses. There are two types of people, ones who are scared because of their past, and others, who are scared of their future. Like me. I don't even know if I have a future. I am just surviving in this world, rather than enjoying it. And again, I have to  survive, not just my life but also Dominic and his words, because I haven't found a job yet. I stopped calling him uncle, because he also doesn't treat me like a niece. It's been 20 minutes since I have been standing on the road waiting for the driver to pick me up. Not because I don't have a driver's license, but because I don't own a car yet. Roads full of orange leaves. The cool wind gave me goosebumps through my winter coat. After 10 more minutes the driver arrived. Unprofessional. After resting on the backseat I look out of the window. Inspecting every tree passing by. Some trees lost all their leaves, some did not. But I did. The day my dad died from a heart attack, I lost my leaves, my happiness, my glow, my light. Everything. I knew that he would die one day, but not so suddenly. From catching a cold to having a heart attack and dying was quite heartbreaking. As we arrived at Dominic's house, which is more likely a prison, I stepped out of the car, not even waiting for the driver to open the door, it's annoying.
Walking through the door of my prison, the first thing I saw was a back facing me. My steps stopped and my heartbeat raced. Dylan is in the living room. Sitting on the couch in front of his laptop.

My body shivered and the voices echoing in my ear. "It's your fault Kylee, you should have handed the company when we asked nicely. Now look at you, paralyzed and naked just for me.'"

A similar voice called my name, twice, but I couldn't move. "Klyee!" I flinched, snapping out of my painful memories. "Huh..?"

"What's wrong with you? I called you three times. Are you deaf or something?!" Two pairs of ugly brown eyes looking at me, one pair with anger and annoyance and the other pair with amusement. I have never hated the color brown as much as I do now. Dominic comes near me, his steps shaking the floor under my feets.

"Why are you so late? Don't say you haven't found a job?"

I take a deep breath."N-No, I haven't" Dominic sighed,

"You are good for nothing! Just like Marcus!"

"Don't..Don't mention him, dad has nothing to do with this.." I said, trying to hide my fear.

"Don't tell me what to do..!" With that he takes a few steps closer to me, closing the distance and making me fear more.

"Dad leave it, she is not worth it. I will deal with her later.'" Dylan said, disgusting. He just wants me to feel intimidated and it works. "Now because you are so useless, I have to find a fucking job for you!" Dominic turned around, taking out his phone while Dylan was approaching me.

I tried to move, to take steps back or run away, but I couldn't. Only four steps, then he is in front of me. Three steps, two steps and then he stood in front of me. My body shivered and at the same time I felt paralyzed like that  day. Leaning down he whispered into my ear while my eyes got watery.

"Someone is showing attitude" He chuckled. "Don't think you are free just because you gave your company. I don't need a reason to have my fun with you. So, behave"

He explained while brushing his nose against my ear. Finally I was able to take a step back. Looking at him with fear and shame, I felt exposed. I couldn't hold back anymore. Running to my room I locked the door and fell on the ground. Crying.