So innocent yet so cruel

She was right there under the pouring rain, her hair was soaking wet. Charlotte's shining blue eyes illuminated her chilling face. She was in pain, behind her beautiful eyes a sea of tears wanted to come out but she was stopping them.
The young women had been knocking on her front door for five minutes, when finally her mother, a sophisticated woman in her early fifties opened the door alarmingly. Her thin hand grabbed the girl's golden hair violently making her first tears appear. "Get in here you useless specimen, where have you been? Your chores are not done yet and you still go out, today you are not having dinner and if you continue with this attitude you will see."The girl's eyes were now a waterfall, without saying a word she got inside her house, she took off her coat and headed to the kitchen to say hello to his father. The man was probably in his late fifties and drunk, he looked tired and furious. He grabbed the girl by the wrist and hitted her arm a few times until it was flaming red.
Charlotte was used to this but she still cried. The abuse and telling off didn't weaken her, in the other hand it made her stronger and it contributed to her manipulative personality.
Her nightmare started when she was about ten years old her dad lost his job. Since then they struggled each day to survive, until one day her mother got a job as a waitress which gave them the minimum amount of money to eat. Through that time her mom and dad entered a depressive period on their life and they used alcohol and violence to escape their reality and let their anger out. This created an environment of terror for Charlotte, she never had a responsible and kind person to look up to in her life so she felt alone and was forced to make her own decisions which weren't always for the best and had terrible consequences.
She sprinted to her room crying, she sat on her bed and started writing her second letter to rachel, her worst enemy. Charlotte wrote disgusting detailed descriptions about her hate towards Rachel. The teen wrote these letters to escape her reality and be able to say the things she always wanted to tell her enemies. The girl continued writing for a long time and then she read out loud "She is too nice, she is a faker, Why does everybody like her? I want to make each day of her life a living hell, I wish she was dead." As charlotte read her sentences her eyes were getting darker, her whole body was changing the girl who looked innocent and sweet was a demon.