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A new beginning.
It was dark, and the clock on my nightstand reads 12:36. After I got home, I quickly started to pack my things. I couldn’t stand being here any longer. I stuffed all my hoodies and sweats, shirts, and jeans, into my luggage.
I have had enough of, harassing, assaulting, and raping. My mother will have to deal with dad herself.
-*THREE YEARS EARLIER*
My father was sitting in the living room, stupid drunk. He yells at me every day for a bottle of beer or whiskey. “JULY, *hiccup* GET ME, ANOTHER *hiccup* BOTtle *hiccup*” He slurred. “ yes, sir..” I said in a meek voice. I was 22. Yet he treated me like a slave, no more than a slave.
I was forced into a maid dress, and was assaulted , every day. Either he slapped my ass, or if I was l lucky, he would just touch my thigh. I hated the times where he would just take me to his room and abuse me for the smallest reasons. It still hurt to know that he was my father, my blood, my life giver. I hated him for that. I wished I was never born. But, here I am. Still suffering.
I took my luggage and ran out the door. I use my flexibility to jump over the table, creating a mess, dishes crashing on the floor. I have golden brown eyes, light, soft skin, and brown hair. My body type wasn’t like, hourglass type, but it was somewhere close to there. I heard my father scream my name, but I didn’t care anymore. I was tired of his abusive, mentally ill self. He would yell at me when I tried to put his medicine in his beer, but it never worked. I always ended up getting beaten. I have a little brother. He was 16 when he went missing. I knew I had something to do with it, because I gave him all my remaining money I got from my secret job, and he left. I still keep contact with him, over my phone I stole from dad. I’m happy he gets to live a better life.
Now I need to find a place to live. Almost all the apartments are compact with people.
I guess I’ll have to find a hotel.
I found the farthest hotel I could find, and by the time I get there, i’m about to pass out. So, like any *ahem* NORMAL, person would, I drowsily walk to a nearby ally, slump down a wall, and drift off into a deep sleep.
I just got a call from my secretary, saying that I didn’t join the businesses together, because apparently, my volunteers weren’t qualified .“Ok Maria, it’s fine. I’ll just find someone else. Ok. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” … “FUCK!” I yelled, as I throw my phone across the room. That’s the third volunteer this week. I need to find a new volunteer if I want to grow my businesses.
See, I own a multimillion dollar company called Fabric Production. Since the entire year has been oddly cold, business had been going through the roof. And the company I want to combine with my company to Sonoma Cotton. First step, I grow my business until I am top three. Check. Step two, I put up an advertisement up for company combining. Check. Step three, last but certainly not least, find a volunteer. That last step I seem to have trouble on. I know it may not seem like a big deal, but it is for me. If I were to ever to find the love of my life, I want them to live their lives with me however they please.
I pack my briefcase, and go in the elevator. When I step out, I feel the gazes of the employees eyes, staring at me. It’s a normal thing for me. I have hazel eyes, with dark hair, and light skin with a slight tan. I walk out of one of my business tycoons, and walk to my favorite bar, which is across the street. This one is by a hotel, so I don’t need to worry about getting home the same day.
As I’m walking I spot a laying figure, just plastered on the concrete floor. It’s probably just a homeless person. As I get closer to the bar, I see it’s a woman. She looks like she’s in her mid 20’s. I keep walking towards the alley, until I’m right beside her. I crouch and lift her chin, facing it towards me. She looks pale. And she’s freezing. I should skip drinks today. I carry her bridal-style in my arms, careful not to wake her.
I don’t know if it’s just me, but she looks like she has bruises all over her. I try and lessen the pain by holding her a little more loosely, but she shudders and pulls closer. As I’m walking towards the hotel, I see that the longer I walk, the tighter she clings to me. I check in for a stay for a week at the front desk, and I walk down the hall towards the elevators. I get in and press the code in for the penthouse suite. The elevator dings and I step inside. Right away I hurry over to the bedroom and gently set the sleeping girl in bed, pulling the covers over her.