Chapter 1 : My Abused Life
Elisa POV
I sat in the corner my body trembling as tears streamed down my face.
“God why me?” I kept on repeating the word to myself, my voice barely audible through my sobs.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway. My heart pounded. I knew what was coming. More tears fell, not freely, but with pain. Pain that had become my constant companion. A hard slap jolted me out of my thoughts.
“Where is my food u bitch?”
The laugh that tormented me since I was born is been heard over the place.
" U are sitting here crying? U better get your ass off that floor go cook,clean and wash my dirty clothes.Be fast with the food-I’m starving”
More tears floor down my face. U must be wondering who she is right? well she is my mom.
What an agony,I started laughing and crying at my fate.
Well I have to be fast before she comes back.
I could not help but wish my grandma was here she is the only one who could make me feel safe.
The sudden chime of the doorbell sent a fresh wave of fear through me. My breath caught in my throat. Could it be my stepsisters? My stepbrother? Or worse—my stepfather?
“Oh no I have not finished preparing breakfast” U must be wondering why I am scared of them well they treat me nothing less than my mother or sometimes even worse.
“Hey bitch,done preparing my breakfast I am hungry and be fast with that” Claire said.
This is my routine everyday in my so called home being abused is not a new thing. So guys welcome to my abused life.
