In Love With The Girl Of Scars {IN LOVE SERIES #1}

Chapter 2 - When You Behave

 

"Victim of compromise"

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  I awake to the fresh aroma of eggs and bacon. The smell seeping in the air, leaving my stomach to growl. I rub at my eyes, all the haziness dissipating. Memories of yesterday come flooding into my mind, I try to push them away, but they keep coming.

   I sit up, my weak figure shaking. My hair halls to the sides, as I stare down at my cut hands. A sudden pain comes zinging through my body, I let out a soft cry as I freeze, the pain unbearable.

"This is what you get...for being a mistake."

  His words play over and over, like a never ending mantra. I lift my ripped and torn shirt over my head, my arms screaming, I'd be lucky if The Owners would feed me twice a week, but they'd give me nothing but scraps, they treat me like a worthless animal, a being with no importance.

Which I'm not, I'm not important. I don't mean anything to anyone. As far as everyone is concerned, I'm dead. So why would anyone care? Why would anyone want to help me? I'm not worth saving. I'll probably be here, stuck in this cell until the day I die, which feels so close.

The door to the basement swings open again, jarring me out of my thoughts. I grab my shirt and don it, covering up the disgusting scars and bruises all over my body from them.

The smell of eggs and bacon returns, my body begging and nagging. She comes around the corner, a plate in hand as she flips the switch, lightning the space that lacks windows. I squint my eyes, not used to the sudden brightness.

She comes closer to my cell door, fumbling with the keys and unlocking the door, sliding the plate in without a word. She doesn't spare me a second glance as she strides away from the cell after locking it.

"Thank you," I softly mutter to her, and she stops and turns around, her cold, black eyes meeting mine. I can see something flicker within them, but it's quickly masked over by a blank look as she journeys up the stairs, turning the lights off as the basement goes dark again, nothing can be seen.

The door slams shut from upstairs, the sound vibrating off the empty walls. I rush over to the plate of food, I can faintly see it, the white surface of the plate staring up at me. I grab it weakly and drag it forward, the plate scrapes the ground.

I gaze down at the plate of food, this time...it's full. This time, there's real pieces instead of crumbs and scraps, a pathetic excuse for food.

This time, there's fruit, eggs, bacon, and a half of a pancake, all sitting peacefully. I grab a piece of cantaloupe, examining it's peachy colored surface. It looks fresh, not moldy or old, but it looks new. I plop it into my mouth, savoring the juices that flow out of the fruit, making my tongue tingle with delight and pleasure.

I go and grab another piece, chewing slowly, remembering the taste, as if I were never going to have a good meal again, which, is very possible. I take a bacon strip and snap it in half, the crispy surface braking instantly. I drop it into my mouth, and swallow.

The plate is now empty, and I scrutinize the surface for any crumbs or left overs that I missed, which appears to be none. I scour the plate once again, looking over it two and three times, but finding nothing, but my eyes catch something, a piece of folded paper.

I reach for it, taking it into my other hand and unfolding it, I peer down at it, a small ink covering the middle of the slim strip.

"This is what you get...when you behave."

I scan the message, there's no sign-off, just those eight words on the paper. I throw it at the cell's bars, though it doesn't make it far before drifting to the ground peacefully.

I sit against the wall, staring out into the lightless basement. My legs are straight in front of me, cuts lining the surface of my pale skin. I let out a shaky breath, trying to think of something other than the pain and suffering I've endured for years. I've been here, in this cell, ever since I was five, when my life changed forever. My eyes turn glassy and my vision goes blurry.

I lie down, closing my eyes shut, blocking out my surroundings.

This is what I get...for doing nothing.

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Did you feel hungry after reading this, because I did! Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope that you've enjoyed. Make sure to vote and comment for me! I love reading your comments, they make me so happy!😊😊😁 And once again, sorry for the mistakes! And also, sorry if these chapters are kind of short, the'll progressively get longer as the story goes along😜😁

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