Secrets

Prologue

'You're a worthless idiot! Why do even exist you ugly piece of shit!' my mom exclaimed angrily

'I'm sorry mom! I didn't mean to do it! It just slipped and..' I started to explain, but like always my mom cut me off with a hard slap to my cheek.

'What were you saying? Do you dare to disrespect me? How dare you talk back to me? I'm your step-mother, show me some respect! You're stupid! UGH! I can't even believe it is possible for you to exist, why can't you be more like Kirsten?' with each word, my mom's tone just gets louder and louder until I'm pretty sure the whole street can hear it.

I hate my life! I don't know what I ever did to deserve this life but after my dad remarried, my life had changed forever. I have never done anything to upset my step-mother but the moment that my dad leaves the house, I'm treated like a piece of shit. She hates me, from the moment that she stepped foot into this house, MY house. My life had changed, I'm broken and no one knows. I cry myself to sleep and all that anyone sees is a happy girl who can stand up for herself. 

My new step-sister was exactly like her mom. Heartless and cruel, all she ever cares about are designer clothing and boys. Literally. If the items of clothing weren't a designer article, she would refuse to have anything with it. And she is a huge player. I have no idea how any of the guys could even think to date her after they knew that she has broken it off with every guy that she has ever dated. Her longest relationship lasted for one week.  

My life used to be the best. But after she arrived with her daughter Kirsten, my father had even started treating her like his own biological daughter and would believe everything she tells him. Everything he does is for her. Everything he says is for her. Nothing is for me. Nothing. I was his princess, but now, I'm his slave, his servant, his maid. I'm not even his daughter anymore. The days that my father ever gets to come home are the best days of my life, but because of his work, it only happens once every two months. He would stay for a week and my stepmother would treat me like a diamond, but after the week is over, I'm back to being their maid. 

My mother. She was so kind and caring. When she was around, everyone would say how similar I was to her; from my hair to my personalities. My mother was a famous actor that was kind, unlike the other bitchy ones who only date for money. She really did love my dad and me. No matter how poor my dad was at that time, she still fell for him. My father and I were her everything. She was so happy and strong, I don't know what happened, but something did and she got sick. She fought her illness for long and hard months, it was a difficult fight between her and the illness, but eventually, she lost. At that time, my mom had to stop working and my dad was in charge of the family income, but it wasn't enough. There wasn't enough money to help save mom. She died.

Since my dad was a movie actor. He felt terrible that he was only able to get this job AFTER mom's death. He felt as if it was his fault that he didn't work hard enough to get this job BEFORE mom's death. He kept blaming himself, saying that he could have gotten the job and then he would have had enough money to pay for the medicines and surgeries that were required. But eventually (well it was 4 very LONG years). Now, he was rarely ever home and was constantly moving so that made our family move regularly as well. Because I was always moving houses, I try to never get too attached to one school so that I might miss it once I leave. I might make one or two friends that were just friends, nothing closer. But Kirsten was a whole other story, every school that we went to, she would always date at least, five guys. Crazy! 

I hate my life, the girls at my old school would always think that because my father was the famous producer and movie director, my life would be perfect and I would have all the luxuries and everything I want I would get it; but they were wrong, they were all wrong! All the things that I want, I never get it, but whatever Kirsten wants, MY father would get it for her. She whines until she gets it, she can't stand it when someone stands in her way, even MY father! 

'BITCH! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?' my stepmother asked loudly while raising her hand, it distracted me and snapped me out of my thoughts,' I SAID GO TO YOUR ROOM!'

I ran to my room immediately, I was scared of what my mother could do to me if I didn't listen to her. As soon as I entered my room, I locked it, I was used to this happening; my stepmother would sometimes barge into my room right after one of these situations and hit me. Kirsten was no help either, she was one to come in here and yell at me for no particular reason (once, she even threw a vase at the wall just because she found a stain on her dress (which in my opinion could be a shirt). She accused me of doing it just because she thought that I was jealous). 

I slumped down on my bed, thinking about the old days when my whole family was one, the old days before my mother died. I loved my family back then, everything was great, we would go out and have family dinners like every other families. My mom was like my best friend, whenever I came home from school with sad news, my mother was always there for me, listening to the words that I had to say and she would lend me a shoulder to cry on. Father didn't work late nights like he did now. My life used to be so carefree, but now, I don't think I even have a life!