Chapter 1

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Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.

~Paolo Coelho
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"Please stop!!"
I beg, But it seems like my begged falls into deaf ears.

No. no. no.

SPLASH!

I woke up, jolting and shivering

''Good your awake, make breakfast and clean the house!
You don't want to be on mother's bad side right? Bitch?''

tsk. if only she knew who she's dealing with

''I-i-im sorry I woke up late I-i was having night terrors every time I sleep."

'' I don't care, just move!''
You're lucky, Father is always watching you, if don't, then you'll taste my very own wrath, whores!

AFTER, I made breakfast and cleaned the whole mansion, that's the time where I pampered and prepared myself to school.

"Zerah!"

she's fuming when she shouted my name, I can almost see the smoke coming from her ears down to her ugly pathetic excuse of a nose.

My stepmother called..

"Your food tasted shit! And because of that, you shall not eat!"
WTF!? Is she kidding? I can and will always report her to the authorities, she's too much and I'm just a child, uhm? Maybe not exactly a child, a teenager perhaps? But still, she's being an ass faced bitch

" What?! I mean you can't do that.
Father! Do something!"

''No! Your mother already said you'll not eat, then YOUR NOT EATING ANYTHING till lunch '' f*ck?


'' your impossible! ALL of you! ''
A lone tear drops in my eyes, the only tear, I shed for them this day and I WILL NEVER CRY AGAIN, because of them.

Mom if your only here all these things will never happen to me, Please just take me with you. Now they only gave me more reason to hate people

I ran through my room, grab my bag and zoom to my bike,
The very own thing my father nor my stepsister didn't take. Why would they if they already have their wheels and shits, I'm the only family member here whose using two wheels and worst its a bike

I arrived exactly in time, thank the gods! I dash through the corridors but not before someone pour something sticky in my head but I didn't care, As long as I arrived in my classroom, I'm safe classrooms are sometimes a good safe havens for students like me, but unfortunately my bad luck comes very useful, after I step on a slimy substance on the floor I thought for a moment maybe its the thing the science students were busy experimenting the whole week for their upcoming science fair I shrug, who cares about whom experiment is that as long as they make that thing useful but I don't think nows the time to think about that, the jocks and bitches are probably rejoicing for the humiliation they inflicted on me, Bastards! Who did they think they are!?

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