Kiss Me

Prologue

"Don't forget to mop ALL the floors when you get finished the laundry." My step-mother said to me. Or, should I say evil step mother. Yeah, yeah. I'm exaggerating a tad bit, but if you actually saw how she treats me you would fully understand.

My life's kinda like a twisted Cinderella story. I have two step brothers. Taking after their awful mother. And guess what the best part is. They're both gay so they try to hit on each other. All the time.

Not my cup of tea.

I don't like to be controlled. Neither did my father. That was, until he passed away. I still think she had something to do with it.

"Finished." I whispered to myself while standing up, cracking my back in the process.

I made my way up the creaky steps all the way up to the attic. Or, what I like to call it. My bedroom. Or my escape from her. And them.

I bent down to look underneath my dusty and torn up bed. I pulled out the red velvet covered book and opened it up to a crisp new page. You know that smell you get when you walk into old libraries? Well that's what this book smelt like and I loved it. It was my mothers before she left it in my old home by accident. It accidentally fell out of her carry-on as she was running out the door. She left me when I was only four years old. Only a wee little one.

But now I'm twelve. And I'm ready to get the hell outta here.

I grabbed a pen and let my emotions free.

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Monday, June 19th 2006 

Dear, diary.

She made me scrub every single millimetre of dirt off of every floor but my bedroom today. And what made it worse was that I was on my hands and knees the whole time so now I have a huge cramp in my leg.

I had to use a dog brush too. Who in their right minds would make a girl like me get on their hands and knees and use a dog brush and soap to clean the floors? Hello. That's what a Swiffer is for. And I can tell you one thing, I am not going to be treated like a human Swiffer any longer. She doesn't even pay me to clean either. It's completely and utterly dumb. D.U.M.B.

Even my best friend Harry cannot help me. He knows what happens around here. Why doesn't he stop her? Because he thinks she will take control over him too. I have respect over him for that. I wouldn't do it either.

Well, I guess that's all for today. I will be writing again tomorrow I hope.

Love, Ella.

I closed the book setting it underneath the bed again. I hopped up on my bed, making it creak in the process and slid underneath the torn sheets and comforters. The cold air was still hitting me from the broken window, considering it was almost nighttime and because the sheets have massive holes in them.

But that didn't stop me from falling into such a peaceful slumber.