I looked about, I looked all around my room, “What did I do this time?” The black curtains were closed, my bed was unmade. I heard footsteps and I focused on the door, “Please don’t come in my room...,” I silently prayed, the footsteps grew louder, my heart raced. The door opened, and standing in the doorway, was the monster. My father.
“Zera Blackwell!” My father yelled, his voice boomed in my room. It echoed as I had almost nothing in my room.
“Yes Father?” My voice sounded so shaken, I didn’t want to look at him. Mostly not in his eyes. Anything but the horribly, terrifying eyes.
“I heard you went outside without my permission,” he pressed and I began to stiffen. “Is that true?” The intensity of his demanding glare was enough to shake all of London.
“Just t-to get my hat...i-it it flew outside an open window...,” I answered weakly, I began to feel sick.
He grabbed my throat, I held back a shriek, he looked me dead in the eye. “Don’t go outside! If something falls outside, get the servants. You can be so stupid! It was because of you that your mother died, the least you could do is grow a damn brain!” He yelled, slapped me, and threw me on the ground.
“I-I’m sorry!” I cried, my cheek stung, but I had a grown used to it. He kicked me, my corset ripped and he left, slamming the door. I laid there, crying. I crawled over to my simple bed, and grabbed my raggedy wolf doll. After I cried for a while, I stood. I hadn’t realized my dress was ripped. I looked in the mirror, my cheek had been bruised. My short purple hair was everywhere. My pale blue eyes missing the tears to show. If my eyes weren’t puffy, no one would have guessed I had cried. New bruises on my arms were forming. Someone knocked.
“Come in.”
It was the maid, “'Allo my lady, I just–my dear! Your dress! It’s ripped!” She looked at my dress then my face. “Oh your face! I’ll get you fixed up again,yes I will!” She said worriedly. I stayed silent as she looked through my closet, which was practically empty, only holding a few dresses and hats. “What? Not much clothing, I’ll ask your father if I can take you to get more dresses, miss.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary,” I whispered as she found a blue dress with white satin laces around the waist.
“Miss, did your father do this?” She looked at me.
“Jenaveve, shut up and put the dress on,” I said simply, I wasn’t in the mood to explain to a mere servant.
“Yes, my lady.” I looked at the window as she dressed me.
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Demon's Path
Viễn tưởngA young girl lives in the late 1800s, she lives with her abusive father who blames her for the death of her mother, who died from child birth. She has to survive life with her father as things take a turn for the worst. Secrets are exposed, creature...
