MONSTERS (Z. M)

Chapter 1

Cherry
I saw my dad taking huge strides towards us and I freaked out. To exacerbate the spooky situation, a sudden rush of wind violently blew across us, viciously blowing my hair away. It was as if some unseen forced had just supersped past us. I held onto my  swing as if my life depended on it. I couldn’t take the amount of air that suddenly forced its way through my nostril so I turned my head to my right, where my frail mother was sitting, staring into the oblivion.

“Mom what is wrong?"I asked. she looked pale.
All the colors on her face must had left with that overspeeding unseen creature.

“Crystal, can we have a word?!”it was a command. I slowly turned to the president of our doomed country, Happyville.  I didn’t know that he already approached us. And that was probably why my mom was freaking out.
I wanted to tell my mom to not move a muscle but, the face my Dada had, he was about to swallow some poor daughter of a bitch, and I was only seventeen and technically, he still had the right to ground me till I turned forty. Like he had severally threatened.
“hi princess."

He threw that around as if he loved me. I didn’t get why he kept calling me his princess, when he treated his godson as if he was his princess.

"crystal?"he called again,but this time it had an underlying warning.

“S-sure,”My Mom response was almost robotic.
Soon after,she got down from her swing and forced a smile on her lip.

She came and kissed my cheeks then whispered,“I will see you honey.” the kiss that was meant as a symbol of love was full of quakes as if warning me to run.

I knew I had also broken dad’s rule but at least I was his princess, the only thing that killed me was the fact that my mother was going to pay for my disobedience.

She was going to pay for my being out side the house instead of in my studio pretending that I loved stilettos.

It was five in the evening and  since it was Friday, I had modeling classes. Fortunately, Naomi had an emergency so I had all evening free.  To my dad, there was nothing as free time and even if I had no teacher, I was supposed to be at the studio practising on my on.

But I was tired of the confinement So when I spotted mom in the garden, I found myself rushing over to her. She was ecstatic to see me this I stopped myself from asking her why she was at home at that time.

It was weird that she was home. She was supposed to be by her husband’s side as he made empty promises to the people condemning them. She was supposed to be smiling in front of the cameras pretending to be happy. But I knew she wasn’t anything near happy.

I watched my parents walk into the house and I quietly followed. my dad forced her into the study and locked the door.
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I couldn’t hear what they were bickering about, no matter how hardly I squeezed my ears against the door. I wanted something, evidence to give my brother, Henry, when he came home to convince him to not leave them alone. They were a mess without  him.

A few seconds later, I heard bumping, as if someone just threw a huge weight against the wall. It took everything in me not to burst in there and find out who it was that had just had an unpleasant contact with the wall.

I thought the thirst for questing would have been quenched when I heard my mum shriek, but I was wrong. That pain illustrating voice only made me want to kick the door off its hinges, walk in there and grab dad by his collar and chock the shit out of him. He was a monster, a beast that forced my mother to be his beauty.

But I couldn't.

“This conversation is over and leave my children out of it or I swear, I will make sure you never see them again. “My dad threatened.