NEW GIRL

Chapter 21:Changes

Narrative P.O.V

Omphile stood at the door rage fuming from her body.

She stared at Chris with pure disgust clear in her face.

She absoulty hates Chris and she promised herself that she will never forgive him for what he did to her.

Not only to did he rape her.

He abused her through out the entire relationship but she stayed because she was a naive little girl who thought she was in love.

"Omphile hunny aren't you going to welcome our guest into the house "her mother said as she touched her shoulders.

"Dont touch me"omphile growled not removing her eyes from Chris

"Omphile"her mom pleaded

I said don't touch me!"she yelled

"How dare you tell me to welcome this mutt into the house how dare you bring Jim here and pretend as if everything is just fine!"she yelled at her mother who stood there heart broken.

"Shut up"her father yelled at her

He yanked her by the arm applying force to it and he pushed her against the wall away from Chris and her mother's eyes.

"I never want to hear you yell at your mother ever again do you understand me"he spoke lowly but his tone was very dangerous

"Yes father"she replied in a whisper.

He let go of her now bruised arm.

She walked out as everyone sat at the table.

"So omphile what did you prepare "her mom asked in her usual cheery self.

And that's something omphile hated of her mom's.

She hated how her mom would pretend everything is normal even though she almost cried a second ago.

She sighed"I made chicken alfredo and malva pudding for dessert"she said looking down at her plate.

"How delightful"her mom said

"Well let's dig in"her mom continued

They all dished up for them selves filling their plates up except for omphile.

She had lost her appetite and wasn't in the mood for eating but knowing her parents they would want her to eat something.

She ate only three spoon full's of food and she didn't even touch the malva pudding.

She sat there and watched them eat.

Right now wishing she would have poisoned the food just to spite them.

She stood up clearing the table and taking everyone's plates to the kitchen.

She was about to walk up to her room in silence until a certain someone grabbed her hand.

She knew who it was instantly because nobody has hands like him.

She snatches her hand and shot him a glare.

"Could you please show me my room"Chris asked with a smirk on his face knowing very well that she wouldn't be able to refuse even if she wanted to because her father shot her a look that meant 'you better do it or else your getting an ass whooping'

"Follow me"she said as she started walking up the stairs.

Chris followed behind her holding his luggage.

She stopped in front of the door that was beside her own room.

She turned to face him.

"This is your room"she said before attempting to walk off but he pulled her back.