I had yet another list of chores I had to finish before I could go into town. I was a hard working girl, but my stepsisters, Angela and Rosetta, and Stepmother, Adri, often took advantage of that.
They legally adopted me through the marriage of Adri and my father. But that was 13 years ago. I'm sixteen now, and my father is gone, he died three years ago. I think my Stepmother is behind it, but I don't want to jump the gun to fast.
I never had a boyfriend, let alone a date! I constantly think of my dream guy. He'll have shaggy black hair, deep gray eyes, a dimple in the right side of his cheek, and a heart-melting smile. I think of names for him, 'Maybe his name will be James, Dylan, or even Damien? I like Damien, it sounds strong and fearless; but sweet and passionate.' I snapped out of my dreamland, as I hear my name being screamed by no other than Rosetta.
I sigh, and go to find out what she wants. Rosetta sits on her bed, screaming her lungs out! She screams at me,
"KILL IT! KILL IT! KILL THAT STUPID RAT?!"
I look to the ground to see a white animal scurry across the floor, I raise my broom over my head, ready to kill it. But it stops in front of me, and let's out a tiny squeak. It was no other than my let rat, Snow. I found her right after my fathers' funeral. She was abandoned, just like me; so I took her in. She's been my loyal companion ever since. I place my hand underneath Snow's body, and perch her on my shoulder. Rosetta screams
"ARE YOU CRAZY ANNABEL?! GET THAT DISEASE OUT OF MY ROOM?! BEFORE I...."
Rosetta passed out, I expected this. It's a thing her mind does when she gets angry, it shuts down her temper, and makes her go out cold. I liked it, that means more free-time for me! Or was it just out of complete shock of Snow? I don't care, she'll wake up soon. And by soon, I mean 3 hours from now. Sweet dream, Rosetta!
I sit on my bed reading my favorite romance novel "Masked Stranger". It's a forbidden romance between a servant girl, and the guy of her dreams. She's been abused by she Stepmother and Stepsisters, Savannah and Roxie.
I say to myself as I read the next chapter,
"This is exactly how my life is...except for the masked stranger of my dreams..." I disappointingly put my novel back on the bookshelf. I scoop Snow into my hands and begin to talk to her
"Snow? Do you think the guy of my dreams is looking for me too?"
'Squeak'
"I thought so... Who would ever fall in love with a girl in rags..."
I set her down in the floor, and grabbed my brush and started to comb through my ebony black hair. My hair was now at my waist, and layered. I'd layered it myself, which was tricky, but came out really nice. I looked at my pale face in the mirror, I had slate colored eyes, red tinted lips, and a few freckles across the bridge of my nose. I looked decent, but my two stepsisters were better looking than I was.
I instantly fueled up in rage, and slammed my fist on the desk, shaking the mirror, and scaring poor Snow away. Again I grabbed "Masked Stranger" and picked up where I left off.
~Damien's P.O.V~
I roam the small town after midnight. I look at the windows that are still lite from the candles flame. I see a young lady, she is walking on the sidewalk. She is attacked and falls onto the street. She is screaming, she is praying for someone to help her. I spring into action, and tackle the person off of her. I begin punching him in the face, breaking every possible bone. I look at to his now limp body, and turn my attention to the maiden, she is shaken in fear. I stand up and pull the my hood further over my head, making sure she doesn't see my face. I run into the darkness before she can thank me for saving her life, or potentially call for help again. I don't know why I saved her, I don't save anyone. I don't even know her, but I feel like I need to protect her. I-I need to see her again...
~End of Damien's P.O.V~
I woke up the next morning feeling sore from being attacked by that crazy man last night. I remembered the stranger that saved me from almost being killed or worse. I shuddered at the thought, and replayed the moment of when he looked at me and fled. I wanted to thank him but by then he was already gone. I wanted to see him again. I knew I had to see him again.
