Wishing I Could Save Myself from a Life I Despise: My Shadowed Life Series

Chapter 3: Masters of Deception

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Chapter 3: Masters of Deception

I made my way to the shower. All I wanted was to wash away the blood, grime and shame of last night’s events. The steamy hot water felt calming, yet also painful on my bruised and battered skin. I let the moistness run over me and gently washed myself clean. I stepped out of the shower and into the heavy steam that lingered in the air.

Again I studied myself in the mirror. I despised what looked back at me. I saw a weak, frail girl, not a woman. A woman would have been able to defend themselves. A woman would have asked for help. A woman would never have let the atrocious things that happened to me, happen to her. I was no woman. I was a scared little girl. I was frozen in time at age 15, the age when it all changed for me. This was my age when my mother was taken from me.

I winced at the thought of that fateful night. It had been entirely my fault, that she was dead. I had spoken out of turn and come home very late from school. I stayed after school in the library to work on a project with some friends. I hadn’t been sleeping well and drifted to sleep in the library. My friends let me rest, waking me up at 7pm. This was far too late for me to be out and I knew my father would have my ass for this.

I scurried home as fast as I could after saying a quick farewell to my small group of friends, and my boyfriend. The night was cold, it was January. The snow lightly coated the ground. The darkness had already descended in the sky. A light wind ruffled my golden hair and I regretted that I had forgotten my gloves in my locker at school. My hands were bitterly cold and almost numb.

I hurried home and quietly entered the house. I wanted to slip in unannounced and to my room. If I could only get upstairs, I could say that I was home for quite some time and had fallen asleep there. I knew that Tristan would have backed me up. We covered each other’s asses all of the time. It was a twin thing. Only, on that night my luck had run out.

I walked straight into my father’s chest as he returned from the kitchen. I knew my mother would have been in the kitchen cleaning up after supper. Why had I fallen asleep? Why could I not have gotten home just a few minutes sooner?

“Where the hell have you been? Out fucking your no good boyfriend?” My father asked with venom in his voice. He had been drinking again. I smelled it on his breath. There was no doubt about it. He was an alcoholic and a woman beating bastard. No excuse would have been good enough for him when he was in this mood. So I did the only thing I could have done. I kept my mouth shut and took his vile tongue lashing.

“You’re such a dirty whore. You would fuck anything with legs wouldn’t you?” He drew himself closer to me, his face right in mine. He grabbed my ass and squeezed firmly. A wanton look crossed his face. He had never done or said anything like this before. I was startled and terrified. I jumped at the uncomfortable contact.

“I’m sorry daddy. I’ll just go to my room.” I said quickly and backed away as he stepped closer. I attempted to go around him, but he was right in my face again.

“Where do you think you are going? Go get me another beer sweet cheeks.” He asked with a sly smile and patted my ass firmly. It disgusted me, the way he touched me, but I wasn’t about to argue with him and get my ass beat. It had been quite a while and I hadn’t wanted to break my good streak. I quickly went to the kitchen and retrieved a beer from the fridge.

I threw a pleading glance at my mother who in turn smiled softly with concern and understanding. She would not have let him go any farther, of that, I was certain. She always protected me, so did Tristan. Come to think of it, where the hell was Tristan?