I hate it...
What did I do? Is it because I'm alive and she isn't?
I rolled off the bed and headed into the bathroom.
I look into the mirror, my pitch black hair is a mess. Knots everywhere.
My once shining crystal blue eyes are now dull, listless.
I managed to unknot my hair.
Just as I walked out of the bathroom, I hear my father calling for me.
"APHRODITE!!!", he screamed on top of his lungs.
"Yes father!!?!?!", I yelled back
"GET DOWN HERE!!!"
Its nothing good, its never anything good....
I walked all the way downstairs, I see my father sitting on the couch in the living room with some guy in front of him.
"She really does look like her mother." The stranger pointed out.
I look just like my mother, I look nothing like my father.
Pitch black hair, crystal blue eyes, pale skin, and a body... I suppose..
"She does, uncanny." My father commented.
"Does she have any... you know” the man asked
"Probably not, she's useless." My father told the man.
Useless..... Thats all I am to him, a useless child that shares the same blood as him.
"So Asher, 100 sounds good to you?"
"T or M?"
T or M? what the heck does that mean.
"Oh come on Ash, of course M. A beauty like her would make me billions" The strange man told my father.
Wait.... He's going to sell me.
I scoffed at him, of course he's going to sell me. I have no use to him.
"I want 105 M"
"hmmmm, fine. Deal"
I slowly backed away, heading towards the door.
Just as I was about to twist the doorknob, "Little lady, where are you going?"