USED

USED Part 1

I carefully got inside the shiny, black Mercedes, the car owned by my new parents, only just missing the gutter, filled with water, they had recently adopted me from the nearby adoption centre at the corner of a dark, cold street next to the bakery that sold stale bread. My new parents took me to a big, white house with clear glass windows and lush, clean cut, green grass filled with flowers and wavy trees, they drove into their large garage on a rectangular, concrete driveway. I walked through the big glass doors onto the white polished concrete floors and slipped off my brown sandals and lay them underneath the posh painting of the queen with the crown jewels, my new parents pushed me through and sat me down at a tall, clean dining table and told me their names, "I'm Olivia, but you may call me mother, wait, no, call me Liv, not mother" stuttered the woman, flapping her hands around as her shiny diamond rings shone in the sun. "Call me David," said the young man "and your name is?". I was given the name of Violet by my guardian at the adoption centre but I didn't have a clue what the name on my birth certificate was "Violet" I said slowly, nodding my head to every syllable "my name is Violet" as I said the T in the last letter of my name, a tiny drop of saliva shot itself from my mouth, onto Olivia's shiny diamond wedding ring.

She slowly looked down at her hand "MY RING" she cried out as if someone had stolen it "you dirty, dirty girl, you spat on my ring ON PURPOSE, you are a disrespectful little beast, a BEAST, you will learn some MANNERS whilst you are in this house!" she shouted as her screaming progressively got louder and louder, echoing through the house, her pearls hanging around her neck clanging each other with every word, David just staring at me the whole time. I stood up, grabbed my bags and Olivia pointed me in the direction of my bedroom, I walked up the dark brown, wooden stairs, towards a small, dusty, white door into a white and gold bedroom, my eyes were directly drawn to the ginormous bed with a gold, satin duvet, piled with fluffy pillows, I was standing on soft, white carpet, stretched out across the whole bedroom. I slowly made my way to the bed and dropped my bags beside it, I walked over to the giant study desk and opened one of the drawers, it was filled with pencils, textas, sticky notes, paper clips, staplers, sticky tape and a bunch of pieces of lined paper piled on top of one another, there was a small laptop on the edge of the desk, I didn't dare open it otherwise Olivia might accuse me of something else! Just then the door cracked open and Olivia came raging over to me, she grabbed my brown, greasy hair in her delicate hands and wrenched it back, as I wailed out in pain she covered my mouth with her spare hand "this is not your room you wretched girl!" she shouted "get out of here!" still pulling my hair, she led me to a cold dark door, opened it and threw me inside "you will stay in here until you have learnt not to be a little snoop" she said as she slammed the door shut. The room was dusty and had only one, small, fogged up window from which you couldn't see out of, I turned on the light from a switch next to the door, as the yellow light fuzzed on and off, I looked around the room, there was a wire bed with a small, thin blow up mattress, it was lined with a dirty blanket and a half of what looks like it used to be a feather pillow, there was a table in the corner of the room with a piece of paper on it and a bin, no chair, a small closet hardly covered a crack in the wall, the walls were brown and the floor was a few planks of wood over the top of dirty, beige carpet, it was worse than jail. I sat down on the bed and went to get my clothes when I realised that Olivia had forgotten to get my bags as she was pulling me to my new bedroom.