Melissa

Chapter 45 - All that pain...

Melissa's POV

"See how that cuts? Does it pain?" Mumma asked me. She did it again. She cut me with the thorn. I don't know why she does that. I think she doesn't like me. But daddy loves me and when I tell him mumma hurts me he doesn't believe.

Mumma loves her roses. And she told me I'm her rose. I have to be like that rose. If I'm her rose and she loves roses then that means she loves me too. But why does she hurt me?

"It hurts." I cried to her.

"You have to be like that rose." She said. I don't understand. "Pretty like the petals and strong like the thorns. You hurt people if they hurt you."

She then gave the Rose to me and turned to walk away. I took it and scrapped her elbow hard with the thorns. It started bleeding.

"Ah." She looked at me angrily. "Melissa! Why did you hurt me?" She twisted my ears and I started to cry again.

"But mumma, you said, you hurt people if they hurt you."

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I woke up in a daze. Startled from the bright light, someone removed the curtains.

"Wake up, bitch." Said a woman. I looked at her and I wasn't surprised to see Maria. Infact she was a welcome face at the moment. At the least, she never pretended to like me. But yes, it is quite unusual for a person with a stupid attitude to go this far because of hatred.

I always thought she was just a jealous and stupid girl who loved her boss but knew she couldn't get it with him so whichever girl he liked, she made sure to hate her. That was my theory on Maria.

Well, nevermind. Looks like lately, I'm judging people wrong.

"It's you, Maria the bitchy maid." I laughed cynically. I found no humor in anything in my life.

Humor has become a metaphor of melancholy.

"Maid, no more." She said. "I'm asked to get you cleaned and changed. Can you move?"

I laughed again. "Why, your master doesn't like me dirty and stinky?" I felt hysterical within. I don't know what this is, maybe this is what they call the break-even point; where you are at your wit's end.

So, I smiled. Unknowingly.

"Have you gone nuts? Why the fuck are you smiling?" She frowned. She freed my ropes and pulled my legs off the bed. She took out a blue dress, it was the color of my bruises. I snickered at the thought and Maria frowned again.

"You look so ugly." I laughed at her frowning face again. Without sparing a second, she slapped me across my face.

Without any reaction, I turned back to her. "That's that best you could come up with? Seriously." I said mockingly.

She smiled. "I wanted to do that from a very long time. And no, not because of Kingston. You stupid woman thought I liked him." She laughed at that loudly. "I hated the day when I got to know Master Evans has a wife. You, I hate you. I don't understand why would he want you to torture or love when he had me all this time to comply willingly?"

I was blank.

If I'm not wrong, she means that she willing wants my husband to torture her or love her, whatever. That torture is a form of love?

I was blown.

"Right. Do you want me to ask him that? Because I would really want to know the answer as well." I wasn't trying to be sarcastic however much all of this was screwing up with my head, I really wanted to know. Why me?