"Mummmmmlmmmmmmmm!" Tracy shouted, on her black shorts and white top sitting on the couch with her hair tied as a pony tail.
"What is it dear" Mrs Williams replied from the kitchen
"I need food!" said Tracy
"Young lady if you know you want food then get up your lazy ass and come make em, I ain't you slave" mum said as my lil sis Lucy chuckled
"Dadddddddd!" Tracy shouted again"mummmmm is starving me again"
Dad walks down the stairs looking at me with a " like seriously you going with that again" face "
" Yh sureeee Trina" dad said sarcastically as he walks over to the couch where I was and sat beside me snatching the remote from my hand.
Tracy POV:
It's been 3years since I lost my family to a road accident and yet I still wonder why I didn't die with them,*sigh* oh well guess the world want me to suffer some more.
I now live with my cruel aunt who was just a fake sweet person in front of my family when they were still here. But now they are gone it's all dark and gloomy.
On Saturday morning like every other ones.
"B*tch" aunt Camilla called out "where's my food"
"Coming Mistress" I said
Dragging my worn out body through the stairs with a cup of coffee and bacons on a tray. Her regular every morning.
I finally got to aunt Camilla's room and served her on her study table where she was "Here you go mistress"- Mistress was what she made me address her has or she'll make my life a living hell. *like its ain't already one*
Turning my back to take my leave
"Where'd you think you're going , stay put" aunt Camilla said
I obeyed
She took a sip and spat it on my face, threw the hot coffee that burnt my arm as I shield my face
"You worthless girl, are you trying to kill me, this is as disgusting as you" She shouted
" Why would I?, since your father already forgot to use a condom" I mumbled under my breathes
" What was that?" Aunt Camila asked
"Nothing" I said with compressed anger
" Now vanish from my sight, you waste product of my brother"she said.
Then left her room
Got to my room to clean myself up
As I stare at myself at the full body mirror. My bright blue eyes and burnt arm looking reddish, *sigh* got into the bathroom and cleaned my wounds then took a shower.
*15min later*
Put on a Navy blue skinny jeans, a body hug top and wore a hoodie on. did my hair in a pony tail then wore a face cap.
I sighed as I look at myself in the mirror then said in my head as thoughts flooded my mind" how did it all come to this?", "Why didn't I just die with you guys?", " Mum....Dad.....Lucy......, I just miss you guys so much" * a drop of tear fell down my face*
Cleaned my face and got ready for my part-time job. I worked as a waitress at A coffee shop called "Élan Marlo" "A place of comfort"
I headed down the stairs to the front door put on my sneakers and started a short journey down to another torture place where I have to deal with other humans worst than my Aunt Camilla, "oh lucky me" I said sarcastically
Walking down the streets as I thought in my head
"though aunt Camila was cruel and wicked at least she still got me clothes , paid for my school and my feeding. So I couldn't really hate her fully for all the torture or scars she left on me. She's a psychopath I thought but who knows"
Hey guys this is my first time writing
I really hope you liked it
Literally just woke up one morning
And was like. Hmmm
Imma write a story about my life
Lol
Jk , this ain't my life
So yh I'm doing this off my head
Literally anything that comes to mind
Not a smart move
Yes I know
Buh what can I say
It's a free world man😐😐
Also sorry it's short
And updates every Wednesday
So read and enjoy *fist bump into the air*
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A Path Crossed
RandomThis is a story of a girl who was once sweet and Happy but due to the death of her parent she became cold hearted. But what and who broke that icey girl... Well thats all I can say Read and find out what happens
