Chapter 3
Cami's pov
Now it's time to take a little look at Davina's family history and life before the ball that changed her life forever
No one's pov
In another part of New Orleans, not far from the Mikaelson castle, there was a mansion that was home to a ruthless woman and her bratty teenage granddaughter but there was also a third person that lived in the mansion, an 18 year old girl named Davina Claire, Davina was a beautiful girl with radiant sun kissed skin, striking blue eyes and soft pink lips and she was just as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside, she had a beautiful personality she was smart, funny, gentle, fiesty, caring and kind, the old woman Bastianna and her granddaughter Monique were Davina's step grandmother and step cousin, Bastianna and Monique were the step mother and step niece of Davina's mother Natalie who suffered horrendous abuse from Bastianna and Monique's mother Jane-Anne after her father Davina's grandfather passed away, Davina's parents were a strong and admired couple who adored one another and dotted over their daughter Davina. Davina's grandfather Charles Kane was a Lord who was best friends with King Mikael's father, Charles married Bastianna 8 years after the death of his beloved wife, Charles was murdered 3 years later no one knows who murdered Charles but Davina's mother had suspicions that it was Bastianna who murdered him,after his death Bastianna and her daughter Jane-Anne showed their true colours and true feelings towards Davina's mother and forced her into slavery and abused her but it only lasted 4 years as her mother met Wyatt Claire, the son of Lord Arthur Claire, Natalie and Wyatt fell in love and married 6 months later, Davina's mother was released from Bastianna's abuse and Bastianna and her daughter were arrested and put in prison for 8 years for abuse, neglect and going against human rights by the time they were released from prison, Natalie and Wyatt had Davina while Jane-Anne had Monique after a result of having a one night stand with a fellow prison mate, Jane-Anne died a year after being released from prison no one exactly knows how she died as Bastianna won't spill the details, 2 years later Davina's parents were killed in a car accident, Davina was left with nowhere else to go and didn't have much of a choice when Bastianna showed up wanting to take Davina in and from then Davina suffered the same abuse as her mother did but Bastianna was even more crueler towards Davina and Monique copied Bastianna and bullied Davina psychically and verbally, day in day out Davina was bossed around, pushed, tripped up, punched, kicked, spit on and called horrible things by Bastianna and Monique but throughout all the torment she endured she stayed true to herself and remained strong but there were times where she wanted to give up but her best friend Cami was there for her and reminded her that her parents would want her to keep her head up and be strong which would instantly make her feel better, the perks of having a therapist as a best friend. Today was just like any other day for Davina she had woken up early in the morning just like everyday, she made her bed, had a quick wash, got dressed, fed the chickens, collected the eggs, fed the cat, swept the leafs in the garden, mopped the kitchen floor and the hallway, swept the stairs, made breakfast for the devil's of her life, cleaned the pots, made Bastianna and Monique's bed and cleaned Monique's room as the brat had deliberately messed up her room to make even more work for Davina and now she was doing the washing when the brat herself emerged into the room with a smug look on her face "what do you want Monique?" Davina asks the dark curly haired girl without turning around to face her "nothing just wondering what you were doing?" Monique replied swinging on the balls of her feet "washing yours and Bastianna's dirty laundry not that you actually care" Davina remarked "well you are right I don't care" the girl replied "so why are you here?" Davina asks finally turning around to face the teenage brat from hell "I have a date tonight and I have nothing to wear" Monique replied "what are you talking about? You have a whole wardrobe" Davina replied raising her left eyebrow at the curly haired girl "true but this guy is really cute and I need something sexy and you know grandmother won't allow me she's practically like a nun such a spoil sport" the girl laughed at her own words making Davina roll her eyes "so" Davina trailed folding her arms "I need you to make me a dress not a long one a short one I want to really catch this guy's eye and I'm hoping I'll get lucky tonight so will you make me a dress" Monique says "what do I get out of it?" Davina asks "I'll be nice to you for a whole month no insults no tripping you up no locking you in the basement for hours and no pulling your hair so do we have a deal?" Monique asks stepping forward "we have a deal so who is the lucky guy?" Davina asks nicely even though Monique doesn't deserve it and deep down Davina feels dread for the guy "Tim" Monique answered with a smirk as a sad look appeared on her face as Tim was the guy Davina liked and Monique knew she liked him as she read her journal once to tease her and now Monique is going on a date with him, Davina feels as if she's been punched in the gut and is now winded, she feels the urge to cry but just sucks it up much to Monique's dismay who hoped Davina would break down so she could make fun of her but all Monique feels is annoyance as she storms away as Davina is showing no signs of heartbreak and doesn't seem to be on the verge of crying but what Monique doesn't know is as soon as Davina goes to bed that night and locks herself in her room she will cry herself to sleep.
The chapter ends there I hope you liked it, stay tuned for more
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