Images of my stepfather beating me and his body melting in flames burdened me all night. I found myself a bit euphoric when I woke up with these thoughts, but I couldn't remember the dreams to well.
I got dressed and skipped downstairs in a black GAP shirt and some skinny blue jeans. My step mother scowled. "Kaya, you look disgraceful! We don't dress like poor commoners in this house. Go find a nice dress."
"Step mother-"
"Mother," she corrected, and I rolled my eyes.
"Well, I won't even live here by the end of the day. I don't want to take a nice dress then never wear it again. Besides, this is more comfortable."
She glared at me as I walked past, but I didn't turn around. I entered the kitchen and managed to eat some eggs next to my stepdad.
I ran upstairs and went into the bathroom to get ready and look at my new scars. I closed the door and took off my clothes and began to wash away the concealer. I really didn't want to get acne from this stuff.
I looked back into the bathroom, and I bit my lip nervously when I saw my hideous reflection. It was time to apply my sensitive skin concealer like I did every five days. I looked around for the can of the stuff, and my eyes landed on the small trash can.
There lie an empty container.
Oh no... Please no... This couldn't be happening. I dug through my drawers and boxes and cabinets. I had no more concealer!
They symbolized me perfectly me according to my stepfather even though he knew I hated them. Of course, they were made my step dad which wasn't exactly a plus, but I could deal with that, right?
I looked over and saw the doorknob twist, but thank god, the door automatically locked. "Carly, if that's you, you're gonna have to wait," I said.
"It isn't Carly," my step father's voice came from the other side, and I felt my blood run cold.
"Oh, hold on a second," I said and put my clothes back on really quickly. I opened the door, and he walked in closing it behind him. I backed away feeling extremely and tried to ignore the anxiety crawling down my spine. "Well, um, what do you want, s-sir?"
He scowled then took a deep breath. "When you go back to that orphanage, you will regret it. That orphanage has gotten worse since you left and guess what, I think any boy there wouldn't mind taking advantage of a little thing like you. You won't be able to use your snarky comments to get away, and I won't be there to help you, Kaya. I do plan on getting someone to adopt you eventually, but I'll let you realize how it feels to be alone for a while."
He ran his fingers through my hair, and I looked away. I was ready to leave. "You can't even run away from me Kaya. If someone gets you in a situation like this, what would you possibly do?"
"I can take care of myself. Anyway, someone may adopt me..." I said, and he grinned, looking as sly as usual. I felt my eyebrows furrow as I looked away. God, I hated him.
"Kaya, we both know that no one would want a child as hideous as you. I am really the only one who cares about you. You'll find out soon enough."
Did he really think I couldn't take care of myself? I had already learned about bad guys the hard way at the orphanage and while I was living here. They were a bit terrifying, but it was better than being here.
He exited, and I realized I was shaking. I walked out of the bathroom and put my hood on hoping to hide some of my scars. When my step mother gasped, I knew I had failed.
Her fingers ran across the scar that marked my eye, and I winced doing my best to display discomfort.
"It's so long and ugly," she whispered, and my eyes wondered to the ground.
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Adopted By Creepypasta
FanfictionKaya Sins was adopted by a rich family at a young age. She's been causing trouble for the few years she was there, and after a secret between her and her adoptive father is revealed, she is returned to her orphanage. Believing that the orphanage its...