The Sapphist and the Shapeshifter

Chapter One

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Chapter 1

Sonja’s P.O.V

“Are you done with your blabber mother? If your haven’t noticed, I’ve better things to do.” I said, glaring at my mother, before strolling off to my room, shutting my door with a deafening bang, which left the whole house vibrating.

I fell on my bed and started sobbing silently, reliving my worst nightmare and fighting with myself. I know I should not hold my mother in disdain because she has no idea what uncle Thomas did to me. I mean, the guy is so sleek; he would strike you as a gentleman. I cannot deny the fact that he is handsome, and can possibly have any woman he wanted, he should not have trouble ‘getting’ laid.

Whenever I was out with him, women would throw themselves at him, especially classy ones. He had such a mesmerizing laugh and an almost breathtaking smile; this is just from some of the students in school. He has a decent job as a high school teacher and part time professor at some college. Moreover, with all the hot women and college girls out there, you would think he would opt for his one and only niece.

“I can never forgive that bastard for fucking up my life,” I smashed my fist on my desk while choking on my sobs.

How does he live with himself, or worse yet, hold a conversation with his sister who trusted him with her most beloved daughter? By this time, my body was trembling uncontrollably as I tried to shake these thoughts away in vain. The bloody asshole had the nerve to take advantage of me when my mother went on a two-week business trip. I stood up, and paced my room, thinking deeply…

With all the confidence she has in him, he betrayed her and failed to keep his lustful eyes to himself! I sunk down to the floor with a nasty headache, but failing terribly to block out my thoughts. I know I should not be mad at her, believe me, I know where she is coming from, yet I cannot help the anger towards her, building up inside of me. How can she be so bloody naïve, that she cannot even sense the tension between that f*ck Thomas and I. I was probably on the verge of a heart attack right about this time, with all the steam coming out of me; I was having trouble breathing, with each breath strained. I dug my fingers into my palms, gritting my teeth, with tears running down my face and thick saliva choking me; I made a promise to myself,

“I am going to murder his effin ass when the time is right, and I will make sure it is slow and agonizing.”

It is that sucker’s fault I flinch from any sort of attention from men, and decided to become a Sapphist.

Then there was a knock at my door.

“Darling, can I come in please? We need to talk.” Mother said quietly.

“Go. Away. Mother!!!” I snapped at her with gritted teeth.

“Open the door Sonja, this is important and it can’t wait!” she tried to sound soothing impatiently and ended up sounding angry.

“SONJA, SONJA, SONJA!!!” screamed my mother.

This ticked me off and I literary started sweating from the steaming anger rebuilding up inside of me.

“Relax Sonja, take a deep breath, then release it slowly,” I told myself although the anger was rocket high. I forcefully composed myself, quickly washing my face, and glancing at my reflection in my mirror to make sure I did not look dreadful from all that sobbing.

“Alright Sonja, let’s get over and done with this woman,” I muttered to myself, with gritted teeth before bustling the door open and staring at my mother with daggers.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW!!!!!?”

I spat out each word while digging my fingers into my palms yet again, and gave her my best cold glare. I think it worked because she cringed and began whimpering as if in pain.

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