Sitting by her window, Fay couldn’t help but sigh. The world outside, always seemed so happy, yet always so out of her reach. What a shame to live in a beautiful city like Athens, and never get to explore it. “Fay, have you finished washing the windows?” Her aunt barked from downstairs. “Working on it,” She shouted. “Well hurry up, the Turners are coming over for dinner and I want this place to look nice. Not like the dump it normally looks like.” Rolling her emerald green eyes, Fay muttered, “Yes Aunt Emil.”
Looking back outside, she sighed while watching people her age laugh and have a good time. Ever since her parents died when she was five, she was forced to call this hell home. Grabbing her bucket, Fay carefully jumped off the high window ledge, landing on the floor with a quiet thud. Stretching, she moved her long brown braid back down her back, and clutched her locket.
Oh the locket, aka- the only thing she has left of her parents. The silver locket was in the shape of a heart, with a diamond in the middle for her birth month. Inside were two pictures. One was her parents in the hospital with her, and the other one was the three of them hugging on her fourth birthday.
Just thinking about it was brining tears to Fay’s eyes, because her parents were murdered a year later. Having your parents die when you’re only five is hard enough. You then throw in having to live with your psycho abusive aunt and uncle, and now the picture was complete.
Wiping her hands onto her dirty dress, she quietly walked out of the house, careful not to leave any mess. When she got outside, she sighed, happy to get out of that hell hole. Walking around the house, she ended up by their pasture, where cows and horses grazed.
Walking into the barn, she quietly climbed the ladder, and then entered her room. Sure having a room above cows and horses wasn’t the ideal living place, but it sure beat living in that house. Sitting down on her bed which consisted of four hay bales, a sheet and a pillow, she sighed while resting her aching feet, while her aunt never lifted a manicured finger. She was sick of living here, and desperately wished for at least one person to love her.
Wiping her now wet eyes, Fay put on her boots, her whole body aching when she stood up. Going down the ladder, she went outside to pick the pasture.
**
“Fay! Refill drinks now!” Rushing into the dining room, Fay quickly started refilling drinks, her feet screaming at her. “Fay dear, is that a new dress?” Mrs. Turner asked with an evil smile. “You’re supposed to buy dresses that don’t look like someone died in them.”
Ignoring the stinging in her eyes, she slowly started handing out dinner while saying, “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” While everyone was enjoying a delicious meal she made, Fay quietly stood against the wall, while her own stomach growled.
“Fay? Get over here now,” an angry Mrs. Turner said. “You know, you look just like your disgusting mother.” She then yanked her braid and snorted. Swallowing, Fay fought the urge to punch her. “But she has those ghostly eyes of her father,” Mr. Turner said while scrutinizing her. “Too bad you’ll grow up being a whore like your mother.”
Throwing the plates she held in her hands down, Fay turned towards Mrs. Turner while her aunt yelled, “Fay!” Quickly getting up, Aunt Emil grabbed her arm and said between gritted teeth, “You will apologize to Mrs. Turner and clean this mess up now!”
“No I will not!” Fay said while holding back angry tears. “I don’t care who you are, no one talks that way about my parents, you bitch.” Storming out, Fay wiped the tears off her cheeks with the back of her hand. She could still hear her aunt screaming at her, while Mrs. Turner cried. What a baby.
