Beautifully Broken

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.