Her Blood - (Whispers of Fate: Book 1)

Chapter 1

Grace's Point of View:

THE END

I completed reading another book. I sighed, good books should never end. Reading takes me to the worlds which I would never see and adventures which I could never take.

I hope one day I'll write something good too.

"GRACE! WHY THE HELL IS FOOD NOT IN FRONT OF ME?!" I heard my mom's screeching.

Oh goodness! How could I have forgotten to make dinner today?

I threw the book on my bed and ran downstairs to the kitchen.

My mom stood in the gloomy kitchen with her hands on her hips. She glared at me with hate.

"My baby daughter, come here please," she said in an overly sweet voice and plastered a fake smile on her face.

I know what is about to happen. My heart started beating faster.

Mom took a step towards me, and I took a step back.

Suddenly she slapped me. A stinging pain spread throughout my face. I looked at her with my glossy eyes, she was smiling.

"Why. Is. The. Dinner. Not. Cooked?" she asked.

"I a-am so sorry. I was r-reading-"another slap on my face interrupted me. Tears started running down my cheeks.

"Reading? HA! Stop doing it. Pathetic people like you should do something productive instead of wasting time on reading," she said and her nose flared with anger.

She grabbed my brunette hair and pulled me closer, a menacing grin was on her face. It felt like my hair would rip from my scalp.

"Now, now, now, you will get your punishment," she said with a chuckle.

The door of the kitchen opened and my father entered in. He walked slowly with his fat belly and smiled at my mother, not sparing me any glance.

"Marie, take this. I don't wanna get in trouble because of her pathetic cries," he said and handed my mother duct tape.

He sat on a chair and started drinking beer.

"Let's start the punishment," she said, making my eyes wide.

"No!" I squeaked. She took the duct tape and proceeded to tie my hands and seal my mouth.

And then it began. She punched me straight into my stomach, making the air gush out of my lungs. She kicked me, and I fell on the cold floor. Tears were flowing out of my eyes.

"Go on honey! I am enjoying this show," I heard my father's laughter.

I looked towards my father with teary eyes, hoping that he would help me but he just laughed more looking at my face.

After a few more punches, kicks and slaps, my mom left me on the floor, bruises covering my pale body. My hair hung about my face, drenched with sweat and tears.

"Honey, I am hungry," my father said.

"Drink some beer now," mom said and handed my father a can of beer. I closed my eyes in disgust when they started kissing.

After some minutes mom came and removed the tape from my mouth and hands. She grabbed my face and smirked.

"Listen here bi*ch, cook the food now. I don't want it tasteless either... would be ready for more punishments," she sneered at me.

My whole body was in pain. It felt like I was crushed under a train. But in fear of more punishments, I stood up and started cooking for them.

Pain is nothing new to me, it's killing me inside, breaking my spirit and my heart.

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In my room I sat in the darkness, gazing at the stars as the white light of the Moon poured in.

This was my daily ritual... just sit in the light of the Moon and stars, and hope a better life awaits me. I am grateful to my parents because they didn't kick me out of the house when I turned 18. I don't think the world outside my house is safe.

My body was still in pain, and I was hungry. I sighed thinking that it was just another night without food.

To escape from my life, I read. I read so much I felt motivated to write. But I am not a good writer, still beneath my old broken bed is a box which holds my rejected manuscript. I don't think I'll ever be able to write something to make people love my stories.

Writing has kept me from self-harming. Often the thought of self-harming and suicide pop in my mind, so far I've been strong enough to avoid it.

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Next day, I hid my bruises with make-up. I am an expert at hiding them after many years of getting bullied at high school and abused at my house.

I sneaked out of my house and headed towards the library. I hid my face in a hoodie.

I reached the library and saw the old librarian smiled at me. I smiled back, she was the only person who ever smiles at me.

Today the library was more crowded than usual. I don't like crowds. I hung my head down, hoping that my eyes won't meet anyone's eyes.

I was in the fantasy section, looking for a good book. I came across some vampire books, I've never really liked them.

"Are you sure, the portal's right?" I heard a deep voice.

"Yeah, it's the correct portal to our world, not a trap," I heard another voice.

Portal? Trap? World?

"Both of them are too obsessed with fantasy," I murmured to myself and chuckled.

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Walking back home I bumped into someone. I saw a tall man in a black suit looking at me with an amused smile.

"I am s-sorry," I said.

"So, are we obsessed with the fantasy?" It was the same voice from the library.

I turned around and saw another man in a black suit grinning at me.

"Human, say buh-bye to your pathetic world," he said.

What the heck?

Black dots started appearing in my vision and I passed out.  

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(I really need to edit this book. I am sorry if you find grammatical mistakes or typos in this book)

Guys, to clarify: 'The End' is not the name of the chapter. Its the first two words of this chapter. Grace completed reading a book there.

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