Chapter 14: ✓We hate each other.
July 14, 2013.
Of course that was how we had agreed, she gave me her cell phone with her line, and I gave her my iPhone.
When it got late, my aunt Tatiana arrived shining, she had gone to the hairdresser and knew it from the way she had painted her hair, without saying how she was in good spirits.
But when she saw me, everything changed, her face fell rapidly, when she went to meet me, Tamara came to the rescue, I don't know how she did it but she was able to prevent her mother from hitting me.
"What are you doing sitting there? Should you be cleaning?" She yells at me like a maddened madwoman.
Her whole face is red, I get up from the furniture quickly, she approaches me, I just wait for the blows to come, but Tamara arrives intervening luckily, I just stood there attentive to anything.
"You look beautiful mom." Tamara comments uncomfortably.
"Thank you daughter, I brought you something." He bent down to look for something in the different bags he was carrying.
I don't know how he got the money to buy those things, it wasn't that I cared but it was strange.
When it's time for dinner, I get ready to make lunch but Tatiana won't let me. She makes it herself, she serves me the food after she and her daughter eat, it doesn't bother me that she did it, actually she had done it since she was in charge of me, but that issue no longer had an effect on me. shortly after I finished eating I started cleaning the kitchen, the mess Tatiana had made in the kitchen was extremely horrible, just seeing that scared me, obviously I couldn't tell her that I wouldn't do it would be a big mistake.
Other than it would beat me to death, I'd have to clean up anyway.
I began to hum some songs, so time passed quickly, I forced my mind not to think about the fatigue and less about the dream I had. I hated it, I hated being this mentally drained, my own aunt was mentally harming me.
Everything is already dark, I want the kitchen to shine clean since I do not want to hear more rudeness from Aunt Tatiana. When it was finished, I sat down on the furniture to rest a bit so that I could have the strength to go to the room that seems more like my personal hell.
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I feel like they pull my hair hard, I screamed for the shock but that did not stop her from doing it, I was completely asleep so I was not totally awake, I felt like he took my arm, holding it tightly, the next thing I felt was the cold and hard ground, My buttocks hurt a lot. I hadn't prevented the shock so suddenly.
Innocently I had fallen asleep on the couch, I was angry, but with myself.
"Didn't I tell you that your sleeping place was the room of your mother's murderer?" He said with revulsion.
I glared at her, she had no right to do that to me.
"Are you angry? How cute, the princess is angry." I just felt my cheek burn.
He had slapped me, my eyes were moistened instantly that caused the blows that came later, I just hated Rose more, every limb of my body hated her. Because it was all his fault, this hell he was living was because of his sick mind.
When Tatiana got tired of hitting me, she let me go to the room that I hated more than anything in this life.
I cried so much that it was late, another night without being able to fall asleep, without being able to be with my father. It is so difficult that I feel suffocated, I look for the photo of Dad and he watched it for a long time.
I am dead alive, I feel absolutely nothing. This is how I spend my nights now, I wait for the dream to deign to win the battle that we always have, but I think that my fears and fears of seeing those nightmares make me lose sleep.
"Dad, sorry, I didn't want to fail you." I said between sobs.
He hugged me even tighter, I was alone but above all I felt alone, I begged life to give me the opportunity to go with my father, I was not brave and this test had already defeated me.
The first weeks of my father's death, my family did not take it very well, finally they convicted Rose and it was not easy to cope with all that controversy.
My family hates me, I understand it, I am what is called the carnal memory of the murderer of his son, brother or uncle. Any member is different, no matter what Colette Victoria Weston Galván felt, she was the daughter of Rose Galván, Carlos Weston's killer.
I lull myself more with the photo on my chest, soon I will be free of it, so it will not remind me that I am physically the same as her, I can disappear from the life of the Westons and give peace to their lives, I will also be alone without nobody hit me.
I will try to fight, but I will not be insistent. I will only settle for what life gives me, be it blows or not, I am not going to object for that.
Gifts
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received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
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