29 Days Of Grace

Day 0- The breaking point

"Grace dammit, answer the phone, it's been ringing for the past ten minutes!"

"Grace! Run to the store and get me a packet of cookies!"

"Grace, iron my clothes!"

" Grace I need my breakfast!"

"Grace get me my tie!"

"Woof, woof "

That was how normally mornings were at the Collins's household. Everybody cursing and shouting for me to do various tasks for it. And to say it was six in the morning only. Everybody in the house liked to get up early to torture me with their requests, not appreciating once the effort I put in.

"It's fine, go finish what the others want and then make breakfast for me.", I shot a grateful look at Matt, as I hurried to iron Rebecca's clothes for her.

Matt was the only understanding person in this house and he generally left me alone, only asking me for meals as he did the rest of his work by himself.

To say that Rebecca and her mother, Marie were disappointed in him would be a understatement. They just loved harassing me.

I quickly poured Trigger his food for him, as I collected money from the kitchen counter to get the cookies Cecelia wanted.

After that I proceeded to make breakfast for Matt and then lastly ran to give my foster father, Daniel his tie.

I knew something was wrong just as I walked into his room. It was dark and cold from the central cooling from the A.C.

"Umm, Sir?"

Suddenly somebody clamped a hand on my mouth, making me drop the tie from my hands in shock.

A rough hand travelled to my waist and pulled me close to a cold body.

I was horrified as I came to the conclusion, that it was a naked body, I was pressed up against.

I couldn't see the person as I was facing the other side, but I had a clear idea of who that person was.

My foster father pressed my hips to his lower region, as I struggled to set free from his grasp.

I gasped as I felt something poking my thigh. I felt sick beyond belief.

I twisted my arm as I struggled to wretch free of the beast's grasp.

I brought my knee up and kneed the monster backwards in his favourite region.

I felt disgusted as I felt my knee come in contact with my foster father's lower regions. The skin-to-skin contact made me want to barf.

I bit his hand which was now roughly pressed against my mouth and sprinted out of the room, without a backward glance.

Well, it was the same thing escaping him almost everyday.

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"Your mummy and daddy couldn't look at your disgusting face any longer and decided to off themselves by cutting their wrists.", Rebecca jeered as she towered over me in her ridiculously high heels, her minions supporting her as they mindlessly giggled to whatever their leader said.

"Look at me and look at you", my foster sister said with a snort," I'm the definition of perfection, whilst you are the definition of ugliness "

"Yeah!", her cronies cheered her on.

I looked at Rebecca. She was right. She was perfect. With her golden hair and baby blue eyes, a curvy figure and the popularity. The riches. The parents. The cars. The friends.

And me? Dull brown hair with boring hazel eyes and no friends at all. And an orphan.

She was right again. I was ugly, but she wasn't flawless as well. She had her flaws. The face everyone was loved so much, had their flaws.

Did anybody know that she hid the pimples and dark circles with a awful lot of makeup. Did anybody know that she slept with our math teacher to pass in that subject. Did anybody she didn't actually have the perfect parents.

The answer to all of it was No.
And that's why hey today I was tormented.

"You should go die like your parents, exactly the same way. It would be for the better. I wouldn't have to see your pathetic face every day."

"Go die"

"Go die"

"Go die"

The whisper carried on till everybody in the hallway was chanting that.

And for the first time, I thought, maybe she is right about this .

Nobody wanted me here. I wasn't welcome. I wasn't needed.

What was the point of living further, when I know I won't be able to live through the burden I have been carrying all these years.

Nobody loves me, there's no reason for me to stay here. Maybe I should leave to a better place. A better world than here.

And that's what I did. But... it didn't actually went according to my plan.