There Is No Happiness

Chapter 3

    Doing stuff for this woman has really worn me out to the point of exhaustion. I can't even get a good night's sleep. I'm beyond the point of being able to fall asleep. But not only that... What did she mean by that?  "He killed himself. Good thing I didn't have to." Does that mean she's killed before? Has she killed other men? Maybe her previous husband? Father did say her late husband died of unnatural causes. But that was years ago before she met father.

     I toss and turn as the night grows colder now that everyone has gone to bed, and the sun has gone down. This is the only time when I'm awake that I get to myself before I sleep. Time to reflect on the day, time to pray for someone to take me away from this hell that I am in. Preferably to a better place, and not another hell.

     What feels like maybe 30 minutes of sleep, the morning creeps through the shades and the birds begin to sing. I sit up, and look around. I could just leave here when it's night time. Steal some money and take some belongings and leave. But I promise father that I would always look after this house, for better or for worse. I grew up here, and this is where both mother and father died. I cannot just abandon it to a despicable woman and two twats that are called young ladies.

      There is nothing lady like about the two of them. They eat like slops, they dirty their underwear like they've never been potty trained, and they have no common respect or manners. They are sad excuses and I'm not even sure they deserve everything they have.

     Lady Tremaine busts through my door, and grabs my hair with her small frail hands. She rips me out of bed and drags me down the stairs to a closer by room and throws me in.

     "It has been 2 hours since I have been awake, and I have not been addressed, or attended to. Lucifer has not had his breakfast, and you haven't even begun making ours. This is going to cost you." My eyes well up in tears and I go speechless. Please no more. I can't take anymore. She locks the door, and turns back towards me. The look in her eyes are pure anger, and hatred.

     Before I can even blink, I am smacked across the face, and dragged again by my hair to the chair in the center of the room. My arms are tied the arms of the chair and my legs are restrained too. To the right of me, lady Tremaine undoes her gown, and exposes her undergarments. She grabs the whip next to her on the rack, and stands behind me.

     She doesn't even give me a moment to prepare before the whip clashes against my back. Out of all the equipment she uses, to fire pokers, to bats, to knives and other painful instruments, she's never used the whip. I can't even begin to describe the pain. I can't even let out a scream.

     "This is because you decided to do what you want you ugly creature. Why did your father leave me with such a burden and nuisance of a child. Have you even had your cycles? You're a sad excuse for something to be breathing the same air as me." How many times she has whipped me I don't know. All I know is I can feel the blood drip down my back, and I can hear the sound of a whip being cracked.