CHAPTER ONE: Life's a bitch
Count the garden by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall. Count your life with smiles and not the tears that roll. ~ Anonymous
ANNABELLE POV
Sitting in my bed in my old dilapidated house, looking at the ceiling, thinking about my life, what my purpose is in life. I have neither friends nor family not even a pet to call my own. I have no one in the life and nothing to live for or belief in. I'm simply living but I feel dead.
If only I can block out all those negative feelings and thoughts. I try to tell myself that there is always rainbow after the storm but I know it's not true because for the past 15 years I have been living inside this rainy storm.
Now I feel Numbness all over. It helps with the feelings and thoughts. I also learnt that crying will not do anything. It will not change the kicking, slapping and degrading.
They love it when am in pain, when I beg and since that day I have never cried or plead with them to stop. So I just bottle everything up.
I don't afflict my problems on anyone or what happens at home, because I don't want them to pity me, because if it's one thing I despise its pity. The only person I need is God because he gives me strength to overcome this circumstances and I believe that He will make my life better and worth living.
I always wanted my stepfather and my mother to love and adore me. I wanted them to care for me and protect me. I wanted him to call me his little girl, to chase away the bullies. But I learned it the hard way that we don't get everything we wish for. Because it turned out that they were my biggest bullies in life. They ruined me and shattered me into a million pieces. I always used to wonder what I did to deserve this type of cruelty.
It's already 4:00 in the morning and I need to go make some breakfast and clean or else I will be getting the extreme dosage of love(note the sarcasm)With that thought in mind I got up to make him breakfast(I practically crawled down the stairs).
When I finish dressing up I make my way downstairs to start on breakfast. I make my way to the kitchen and open the fridge to take my ingredients. I make 4 pancakes with strawberry jam. I put the plate on the table and take out the beer. The second I open the bottle I hear his footsteps approaching.
I stand in the corner in the kitchen and keep my head down. Because it's one of his many rules I have to follow or I will get punished.
He makes his way and starts eating. And the next thing I know is the sharp sting on my cheek. He slaps me and in the process busted my lip. Another slap, punch and kick and he says "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"
"P-pan-pancakes s-sir." I stutter looking at the ground, another rule is that I always refer to him as sir looks like he didn't like the answer and starting hitting, slapping and punching me. This went on for about 2 hours and I could barely move when he finished.
Its looks like he didn't like the answer and starting hitting, slapping and punching me. This went on for about 2 hours and I could barely move when he finished.
I saw him pick up his car keys and leave slamming the door on his way.
I slowly stand up and make my way to my bedroom to reapply my foundation and take some painkillers for my ribs because I think I have 2 broken ribs.
I then make my make to work as a waitress in this really amazing restaurant that only 20 mins away. I have been working there for the past 3 years and the owner is really nice and she sometimes pay be extra because she knows how my stepfather treats me (am not taking pride in that.).
Once I reach the restaurant the smell of delicious food fill my nose. I bid Madison and Tom the owners good morning and make my way to the back to get my outfit and apron and my note book and pen to start working. Let's get this day over with.
