Constrictions

Chapter 1

There lay a girl, tossing, twisting and turning in her chambers. Sheets wrapped around her, enveloping her in a sea of tranquility. Or so it seemed.

Inside her mind, memories rushed to and fro, her scarred mind trying its best to fight the ghouls of her past. She bathed in an ocean of fire, screaming for help, yet no one came. She ran, she jumped, she screamed, yet nothing but the flames of her darkness heard her anguish.

Sweat dripped from her skin, as the blood coursed through her veins, begging for the torture to end.

And with a startle, she awoke.

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'Can you not hurry up?!' I screamed at my stepmother.

'Well, who told you to sleep so late, the day before the most important moment of your life? Would it have killed you to wake up five minutes earlier? Maybe then you'd actually be able to have food for breakfast, and NO your smoothie doesn't count! Honestly! Every grey hair on my head is a result of you! Will you ever change? Or do plan on making the rest of my life more miserable than you already have?'

God, Treena Vansh can lecture better than them all. She'll go at you for an hour straight; no oxygen necessary. Imagine growing up with a tryant like her...

And then living with it for the past 23 years of your life. Not cool.

I say that Treena is my step mum, but in reality she's more than a mum and a dad all together. If only she was my only parent. I would do anything for the woman who raised me, despite knowing that I was the very reason that her marriage had practically been incinerated into ashes. She puts up with me through tantrums that should technically result in my confinement in a mental institution. As usual, I am utterly clueless of the magic behind her perseverance send mental strength to deal with the household in which we reside.

'If you've finished making me even more late Maa, can I leave now?' Jeezh Radha, could you be anymore of a bitch two wards your mother?

Rushing around the vast kitchen, I practically salivated as the exotic scent of Treena's homemade French pastries wafted around the air, making the atmosphere almost unbearable. She was a domestic goddess, that could cook her way to heaven and above.

No Radha! You actually want this pupilage, you can't be late! I screamed in my brain as I rummaged through my bag begging the Gods to have kept my acceptance letter safe.

Radha Vansh

Barrister, Pupil

1 Grays Inn Square

Thank You Gods! I smiled at the papers, my dream was finally accomplished. Officially, a pupil of the country's best barrister chambers, I only wished that there was someone, other than Treena who felt pride.

'Now are you going to just stand there or get out? Your tube's in... 10 minutes! And as much as I love you, I'm not dropping you to the station.' Running out of the front door, I hugged Treena as she wished me luck. It was a trek from Stanmore to Grays, a walk to the station, the Jubilee, then the Central AND another walk to the Square.

But it was so worth it.

The ten minute walk was a pain in the arse in six inch stilettos, Gods how I wish I wasn't wearing these death contraptions. But I had to dress to impress, if I wanted to leave a mark. So paired with my pencil leather skirt, ruffled navy blue blouse and black blazer, these heels did make said arse look good, if I do say so my self.

The sun was shining surprisingly well for seven on a Monday morning in September and as I touched my oyster to let myself through the turnstile, the fates smiled upon me as my coveted tube was awaiting my arrival.