Chapter 1
"Stop being a brat, Scarlett," my mom snapped.
I flinched at her words and slowly took a step back, my breathing coming in soft gasps as I held myself from breaking down completely.
"Mom, plea—"
"ENOUGH. Enough is enough. I said NO! Do you want me to fucking spell it out for you?!" she shouted, cutting off my plea.
I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore—I burst into crying.
"You're staying in Russia. That's it! No going to Korea for your modeling bullshit!" she yelled again, making me cry harder.
I clutched my clothes in my fists, head lowered. I couldn't look up at her. I felt like shit.
That’s when a wooden stick hit my arm—hard.
A low scream escaped my lips as I clutched my arm tightly.
"STOP CRYING!! DAMN IT!" she shouted again. I sobbed uncontrollably as she hit me again, this time on my thighs. I just stood there, crying and crying, continuing to get hit.
"Repeat after me!" she screamed, raising her hand to strike again.
I gasped and immediately nodded. She smirked and lowered her hand.
"My dreams are just dreams. Repeat!" Her voice was commanding, as always. It made me shiver.
"My dreams are just dreams."
"My dreams are just dreams."
"My dreams are just dreams."
I kept repeating it until she demanded I stop.
But… I can’t just give up on my dreams like that. Can I?
No. My mom is a fucking bitch. She never got to fulfill her own dreams, and now she’s not letting me chase mine. She grew up hearing: ‘Women are made for doing chores and breeding.’
Suddenly, she grabbed my hair and started dragging me toward the basement—again.
I screamed in pain, tears trailing down my cheeks. I tried to fight her off, but she threw me down the basement stairs. I rolled down, screaming, but she showed no mercy. She slammed the door shut.
I screamed harder.
I climbed the stairs despite my body aching like hell. I banged on the door harshly.
I'm scared of the dark. I hate the dark. I fucking hate it.
"MOM! MOM! MOM!" I screamed, begging her to open the door—but she didn’t.
Then, my phone rang.
I gasped and immediately put it on silent—but it was too late. I ran down and hid in the dark corner, clutching my phone and hugging my knees, silencing my sobs with my palm.
But I knew it was too late. She must’ve heard it.
The door burst open, revealing my mom, her face twisted in fury. She marched toward me and snatched my phone from my trembling hands.
"Fucking stubborn bitch!" she screamed and slammed her heel into my foot. I winced in pain.
She turned and left, slamming the door shut behind her.
I felt my eyes go numb, slowly closing.
Hours later, I woke up feeling dizzy. I hadn’t eaten anything since morning.
The sunlight hit my face. I hissed. I hate mornings.
I sat up with a sharp wince—my body ached like hell. I took a sharp breath and climbed the stairs again, trying the handle.
Still locked.
I sighed and returned to my corner, hugging myself tightly. I wasn’t wearing anything warm, and it was already snowing in Russia.
That’s when the door creaked open, revealing him.
My stepdad.
Yes, stepdad. My real dad died in a car accident a few years ago. Later, I found out my mom had been cheating on him, and she married this bastard.
I gasped, hugging myself tighter when I saw that disgusting lust in his eyes. He walked toward me.
"No." I said before he could even open his mouth.
"Get back to your room, sweetie. Mom isn't home," he said, his voice hoarse, thick with barely-concealed lust.
I know why he wanted me in that room. But I refuse. My mom knows he’s been raping me—and still, she stays quiet.
She refuses to stand up for me.
She’s my mom. How can she do this?
His hands reached for me, but I slapped them away and stood up, ignoring the pain in my body.
My eyes landed on a broken piece of glass.
I picked it up and stabbed it into his left eye.
He screamed in pain.
I stabbed the other one, too.
Then, grabbing a nearby rope, I tied his hands and legs tightly. No escape this time.
What if he screams? I thought.
That’s when I saw a sack of cement and a drum full of water.
I ripped open the sack, grabbed a fistful of cement, and shoved it in his mouth. I followed it with water until his mouth was full.
Satisfied, I ran out of the basement and locked the door from outside.
It was 9 AM. Mom was probably still sleeping.
I cleaned every trace of my presence and quietly walked to her room.
She was asleep. A knife lay on the nightstand. The thought of stabbing her crossed my mind—but no, my fingerprints would be all over it.
I began pacing, running a hand through my hair, panicking. That’s when I accidentally stepped on broken glass.
I winced in pain. The sound woke her.
In panic, I grabbed a vase and smashed it on her head, knocking her unconscious. Ignoring the pain.
I took the locker key and grabbed all the cash and her phone. I had no other option.
My dreams AREN’T just dreams.
They’re MY dreams.
And I’ll ACHIEVE them.
I dialed my boyfriend,.Leonid Vasiliev.
He picked up on the first ring.
"Hello, my princess," he said.
I smiled to myself. That warmth spread in my chest—but I quickly pushed it away and spoke with a trembling voice.
"Alexie, babe… let’s go to Korea. Now."
"Congratulations, my princess. Your mom and dad agreed?" he said, sounding proud.
But my next words hit him like a punch to the balls.
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