My Naughty Lover ✔️

Chapter 1

~ Be true to yourself

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(SCARLETTE'S POV)

"I'm gonna kill you!" He says, slapping me across the face as I cry in deep pain. Somebody please help me..

"Please, don't do that." I say, wincing in pain in my hopeless situation. I know exactly what he is going to do. Again..

"Stay still if you don't want me to hurt you. " he says as he starts to run his filthy hands on my thigh.

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I look up at the window of my bedroom. The sky is black and the large clouds are moving in my direction. I hear a tapping on the window and then it becomes pitter-patter. People on the streets are running to find shelters. Some are hiding under their umbrellas and they seem to enjoy themselves with their partners. Puddles begin plinking as the rainfall becomes heavier. I can hear the murmuring of the rain through the window of my bedroom. It sounds like the buzzing of angry bees. I open the window a little bit and I enjoy the chills of the rain. I could stay like this forever. Yes! I know what to write now! I got inspirations just by smelling the fresh breeze. My hobby is writing books and that's what I'm doing today.

"Scarlette, come here." mother's high pitch voice is heard from downstairs.

I drop my pen on the table and I quickly make my way downstairs to avoid problem any time soon, taking into consideration, the irritated mood which they always have when they are in the house.

"Happy birthday, honey." Mother holds out a cake in her hand. My heart stirs. Did she just call me honey?? Hope glitters through my eyes as I look at my mother unsure.

"Happy birthday." he says with a bored attitude.

"Thank you." I say, a bit hesitated. Why is he always this way with me? Always bored or irritated.

"Make a wish." My mother tells me as she smiles lightly at me. Ohh okay.. I hesitate to take a step further but as soon as I make eye contact with my mother, I notice her trying to fake a smile. I can tell she is starting to become irritated. Without wasting any time, I blow my eighteen candles and I wish that my life would change soon. Finally an adult.

After that my mother orders me to set up the table for dinner. She has cooked my favorite pasta Tagliatelle. "Thanks for the food." I half smile at her. She still remembers that I love Tagliatelle. Is everything gonna be the way it was before?? I find myself way too happy when suddenly my mother interrupts,

"Hmm, Steve and I won't be here for 3 weeks. We have some business meeting to attend in New York."

She says and it  suddenly strikes me and I am lost at words. I just nod my head.

"Okay no problem." I say with a sly smile, all my hopes shattering. I should have expected.

After cleaning the kitchen, I head upstairs in my room. I'm relieved but part of me aches in pain. I'm always alone or if I'm not, I'm always being ordered around by them. All I do is study, housechores, sleep, reading and it goes around in a cycle.
I can never really go out. How would I even go? I don't have any friends. Nobody wants to befriend me.

I take my pen again and I started writing in a flowing style all the crazy descriptions that is overwhelming inside my head at this moment.

My room is filled with different type of books. Yes. You can guess that I'm a bright student.
I really like to study because I have always wanted to make them proud of me. More like I wanted them to notice me. I have a good level of education so I have always wanted to be an author but they denied. Already planning my each and every step for me. Something which I don't possess is liberty.