Chapter 2: Chapter 1: Living in the pure hell
I jumped from the bed as soon as someone had poured a bucket of ice water on me mercilessly. Holy crispy burger! What a dramatic start of a new day!
I cracked my eyes open, trying to figure out whether it was happening or it was some usual bad dream.
But alas! It was neither a bad dream nor my ingenious imagination, it occurred to be my bad luck which was now mocking me, standing right before my eyes!
Blaire Crescent, my one and only fudging stepsister who made sure to make my life a living nightmare, was standing right beside my nightstand, holding the bucket in her hand and smirking evilly along with her crazy mother Abigail Crescent. I know what everyone might be thinking! It's a modern era, dude! Not some dumb fairy tale where the stepmother is always the scoundrel...blah...blah...blah. Well, not everyone could enjoy the opportunity of having a stepmother like Cinderella. Hence, the harsh reality never sends a prince charming to the victims like a buy one and get one offer and that shit completely sucks!
Maybe now God was also mocking at me after seeing my helpless situation!
It was damn snowing outside and likewise, there was no heater in my room to keep myself warm. Well, it was a part of their plan to torture the hell outta me. I think they trained themselves in this sector. Well, you know what? They are still lacking. I will suggest to them to watch SAW so that they can improve their torturing skill.
Much to their dismay, I was blessed with numbness. As a result, it was not much a problem for me to face! Duh! Still, my stepmother persevered, awash in the delusion that I will cry my heart out because of the tantrums they often throw at me, and one day I will get choked on my saliva and then wither away just like a fragile flower.
I won't lie saying that I was a superwoman with huge survival power. If you could see me right now, you would tell me that I was talking big. However, most of the time that was not the case.
Looking at the Satan aka my stepsister my blood boiled as she was laughing as if she had been watching FRIENDS. I so wish I could be the reason of this demon's death! I can even tolerate the Voldermort than her. Currently, I wanted to wipe that sassy smirk off her very badly!
I left the bed immediately and stood in front of them, finally ready to face the assault.
"What was that for?" I kept my voice calm and cold or at least I tried to do so, although it came out as croaky as possible.
"You little whore, are we keeping you with us for sleeping the whole day, huh? What do you do at night? Sleep around... just like your...mother, right?" Blaire spat out those words venomously, causing my rage to speed up.
If I kill her right now, then sorry to everyone, because I will not be feeling sorry at all!
I was still trying to dissipate my anger into thin air. But unfortunately, my anger issues were still not in my control because of the trauma I went through. Last time, I crashed someone's head into my locker, because she said that slutty behavior lies in my DNA! The nerve of that girl hit me like a damn truck and all I could think about was teaching her a lesson in the sweetest possible way.
"But it's only 5 am and it had been barely three hours since you let me sleep..." I tried to explain though I know that they will never accept their vicious activities. She didn't let me finish, rather she slapped my right cheek with all her might, hoping that I will try to protest or I might cry or maybe flinch a little bit. But truth always loves hurting people because I did nothing but stood numb as if nothing happened.
Still not being satisfied with the whole slap thing, that monstrous lady took a step ahead and hold my throat tightly, making me gasp for enough air.
"Listen! You, bloody child of a whore...just because your mother left you to us, that doesn't mean we will keep you in our laps, feeding a bitch like you. Moreover, I feel disinterested in raising a bloody slut at my house." Abigail's eyes were blazing fire. I think mines were worse.
"Well, dear stepmother I can assure you that you're already raising you- know- what kid but that's not me. That's your sinful daughter. But no worries... I hate sins but not the sinner." Smirking slyly, I moved away from her grip.
"Talking the mud blood who doesn't even know how to swear! You know, you should've learned that from the slutty mother of yours." Blaire snapped at me.
"Don't shit talk about my mother," Now, I bet I couldn't defend my inner self to kill her anymore.
"What will you do bitch? Huh! Your bitchy mother just left you because she was not even able to bear your presence let alone love you." Blaire was laughing pointing her middle finger at me.
Cool! Be cool Lavender! They just want to rile you up!
"Finding words bitch? Aw...are you gonna cry now? Or, wanna call your mommy? Shit! I'm sorry. I forgot that you don't even know whether she is alive or rotten death." Abigail aka my stepmother was now smiling peacefully as if her mission had been accomplished. But now, all I was seeing in front of me was red. Before letting them understand anything, I punched Blaire exactly in her nose which made her bleed. And trust me, I didn't feel single remorse doing that artwork on her face.
Muttering coherent words under her breath, she gave me a winning smile before continuing, "Well done, sissy! Now I've got something to show dad today. He will make sure you pay for this." Blaire smirked before walking towards the door with Abigail. Before shutting the door, Blaire turned again and smirked," Good luck this time, my loving sister."
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I sat at a corner of my room, leaning against the wall, thinking about what on earth just happened. I should've known...tormenting me had been their new hobby!! I was hoping that tears will come out from my eyes to soothe me. But they betrayed me too. I was just numb, no feelings...nothing.
I forgot to introduce myself properly! So, here I come with a formal intro. I am Lavender Crescent, daughter of Logan Crescent and Ava Crescent, the owner of the one and only " Crescent Empire"...well the former one.
Truth to be told...he might be my biological father but I despise him with every single fiber of my body. He is responsible for messing my life, my mother's life...everything that I owned. Now, I am left with a body that has no soul.
Part of Blaire's statement was true that I didn't even know where my mother was or how she had been living. She left me on my eighth birthday. Sure, it was the best birthday gift that I never wanted to have.
I wish it had been a dream only! But guess what? Truth is a sadist if you take my opinion...because it always hurts on the weakest points.
'The morning shows the day'- perhaps this saying was most appropriate for me right now. After all, I started my morning seeing the clones of LORD VOLDEMORT. Now the arrow of death was coming towards me consecutively. I was well aware of it. As if I care!! Gosh!
Though my punishment for abusing the one and only Blaire Crescent had been fixed by the most honorable Mr. Crescent aka my father or should I say my ATM card because that will be more respectful if you take my opinion on the whole respect thing. I had seen him once in a while and again the truth is I don't wanna see him ever either. Facing him reminds me of the past - a beautiful happy family that once existed and now can only be relived in our memory and the old photo albums. Pathetic, wasn't I?
"Sir is calling you, Ms. Lavender," one of our maids called me out. Without uttering a single word, I headed towards his study. Standing right before his room, I knocked on the door slightly...as I should show some respect to my so-called father. After all, he was my father once.
"Come in," hearing his curt reply, I stepped into his room. I stood beside his table without voicing a single word.
"Sit down", he broke the silence at last. I thought of declining the offer at first, but I wasn't really in the mood of conversing...so I just followed the lead.
He sighed deeply noticing my discomfort around him or should I say he was hurt but masked his emotions right then.
"You called me?" I asked keeping my voice sharper than ever, hoping it'll cut his pride at least a bit.
"I wanted to see you. It had been long since we met last. I missed you, Lavender." His voice sounded genuine.
"Come to the point now ." Anger was running through my veins. I stared at him blankly. He looked hurt at my boldness towards him.
"Why did you do that?" He looked tired. Maybe tired of...me!
"Do what?" I acted dumb.
"Don't play the stupid role in front of me, Lavender. You disgraced me in front of Abigail. Why on earth you hurt princess without any reason...why?"
Princess, I mentally noted the term because once this title belonged to me.
"Well, I thought you to be smarter. I'd like to appreciate that you're quite concerned about your princess. I will accept any of your punishments. But I would like to ask you something first, may I?" I didn't wait for his reply rather I continued spitting fire.
"What will you do if anyone uses slang languages about your mother? You seemed to be quite concerned about your family.....so let me guess, you will do anything to shut their pretty mouth and so did I. I may have no family presently but once I had. I can't let anyone disrespect my memories. Believe me or not but I'm telling the truth in this case," I chuckled humorlessly, "Now may I go?"
He looked at me as if he had been trying to figure out something. I know he had a lot to say. But I wanted to despise him more and now that was my choice. He nodded again as he was not finding any words to say. So, without wasting merely a second, I stormed out of that room leaving my so-called dad spell bounded.
It was time for me to get outta this hell for Pete's sake. I couldn't even breathe here properly anymore!
But the question was, "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!"
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