Contract To My Happiness

Chapter 1

Isabella’s POV

Life has not been very fair to me. For years, I have only suffered and lived in fear. That is my daily state, second by second.

Since I was little, I remembered it was just me and my mom. She was never the most loving woman, but she treated me well.

My father? I never knew him. I don't know what he looks like, although I have an idea, because as I grew up, my mother would always mentions how much I resemble him whenever she was upset with me, so I think that's a trauma for her.

She has never wanted to tell me who he is or his name. She simply gets upset when I ask and responds with a bunch of profanities, ending the conversation. Over time, I stopped trying.

The situation got worse when she met George, her current husband, my damn and worst nightmare of a stepfather.

And that's another story. Since he came into our lives, everything has gone from bad to worse. We already had a bad relationship with my mother, but with his arrival, my mother turned into a different person. She no longer spoke to me, barely fed me. They treated me like a maid at home. I had to attend to their every need.

Over time, I had to stop going to school to make sure everything here was impeccable, because if it wasn't, I would be beaten and left bedridden for the rest of the day, without food. The beatings only increased over time. The more I asked him to stop, it was as if he liked it when I begged and he hit me harder.

Every time I receive his beatings, my body was left sore, with marks in different parts like my arms, legs, buttocks, and even my face.

When I started to grow and my body changed, things got worse. I was not to blame for the development I was going through. I couldn't stop it either.

If I had the option to have a different body, I would have chosen it. I wanted to be fat so that the insults would stop, but no matter how hard I tried, I didn't succeed. I had a flat stomach, long and slender legs, a big butt, and medium-sized breasts. Everything in my body drew attention.

Above all, the attention of the last person I wanted, my stepfather, who did not waste any time looking at me and saying a bunch of disgusting things whenever he passed by, he said those things without my mother noticing.

He considered me a provocative slut. He said I was a w***e meant to please him.

The truth is, I was neither of those things.

All I wanted was to get rid of them and be happy even if it was just once in my life.

George always looked at me with desire. But when I was younger and had a normal body, all he did was insult and hit me. At first he would hit me once a week, then it became twice, until the end it was practically every day. He would attack me in any way, and for no apparent reason, over time, I got used to it. I don't like it, but I can't really do much about it. If I say something or try to defend myself, it only gets worse, to the point where I could be bedridden for several days, and that's a luxury I can't afford.

I have endured all this time of abuse, insults, and beatings because I am saving money to leave here. I can't just do it. At least, I have to take some money with me to survive while I find a job to help me cover my expenses.

I work part-time at a library, and with some sporadic jobs doing household chores or waitressing, it has all helped me save, because here at home, I have to give part of my salary. So, I have a small account where I leave part of my weekly earnings. The good thing is that they are unaware of that account or that money.

"Come down here, you damn b***h!" I heard George calling me and no, I don't want to do it.

I came home earlier today because I had nothing else to do in the afternoon. At night, I have a job as a waitress at a private event. I also didn't know he would be here or that he would arrive earlier. If I had known, I wouldn't have come back. I've been running away from him in recent weeks.

"Come down, you, damn b***h! I'm calling you!”

I closed my eyes and shook my head. We're alone. My mother is out working and she should have already returned, but she's not here.

I know that if I go down, he will do what he has been doing for the past few months, and no, I don't want to continue living that.

It's not my fault that my body changed. It's not my fault that he is a depraved, an animal.

“I won't repeat it again! Come down, dammit!”

With a lump in my throat and a trembling body, I went downstairs. I didn't want to do it, but I know that if I don't, it will be much worse for me.

I reached the ground floor and I saw him sitting on the couch in front of the TV, drinking beer and watching a soccer match.

I silently approached where he was, but I kept my distance.

“Sit here with me,” he calmly said without taking his eyes off the game.

I frantically shook my head in denial.

If I do, I know what will happen and I don't want to, it disgusts me just to think about it.

I know I will feel his hands on my body, his breath on my neck, I will hear his disgusting words in my ear, and no, I refuse to keep living like this.

I'd rather die trying than let that bastard touch me again.

“I said... sit next to me, bitch.”

I shook my head, but this time I lifted my face and saw that he was staring at me angrily for not obeying his orders.

I don't have many options right now. Even though my mother hates me, she’s the only one who can save me, because when she is around, this degenerate does nothing to me out of fear of being discovered by her.

“Sit down!” he shouted in ecstasy and quite annoyed.

“N-no, I won't,” I dared to be rebellious, to answer and refuse his request.

“Do you think you have alternatives? You're just a b***h who is there to please men. Spreading your legs is the only thing you know how to do and what you're good for. You couldn't even finish school because of how stupid you are.”

He knows how to strike a nerve. He knows how to make me feel bad, the bastard.

But no, not today. At least today, I dare to be brave and not let myself be trampled by anyone else, especially not him.

Even my mother thinks like him, she says I'm a provocateur, a slut, that the clothes I wear, I do it to provoke men and especially her husband, the thought of it makes me sick.

The truth is, I've bought the few clothes I have at second-hand stores and there aren't always the best options.

Much of the clothing I own is short or tight-fitting. It's not what I like. I would prefer looser and baggier things, but it's what I can get for now.

I see him get up from the couch and I know what he's trying to do, and if I don't run, he will get what he always wants.

But where do I go? I don't have many alternatives. He will catch me no matter where I run.

I could clearly see his intentions in his ugly face. He looks at my body with desire and licks his lips shamelessly. Just that action disgusts and nauseates me.

I saw him take off his belt and throw it somewhere in the living room. He walked slowly towards me, and I hesitated no more. I run towards the kitchen to escape through the back patio.

When I reached the back door, I realized it was locked. Damn it! This can't be happening, I can't believe this is happening to me, and I desperately looked everywhere for the damn key that will give me freedom and release me from this torture.

I searched and searched, but I can't find it.

“Even if you search for it, you won't find it,” I heard him speak behind me, and of course, this degenerate had everything coldly calculated. He did it on purpose.

“Don't come near me, I won't respond!” I grabbed the first thing I have at hand and threatened him with it.

“Don't be ridiculous. Your threats won't do anything... Today I will enjoy you like never before, you damn b***h!”

My eyes well up with tears at his words. I don't want him to touch me. I don't want to feel him again.

“I will never let you touch me again.”

He smirked ironically because he knows that somehow he will get what he wants.

He's been getting closer to me the whole time, slowly. And when I realized this and saw that he's very close to me, I threw what I have in my hands at him and run towards the main entrance hoping it's not locked.

I didn't manage to make it when he grabbed me with his disgusting hands and threw me on the couch, landing on top of me.

He held my hands above my head with strength. I struggled with all I have to free myself, but it's useless. He is much bigger and stronger than me.

Tears started to fall from my eyes out of anger and helplessness at seeing myself like this.

“That's right, cry. You know how much it excites me to see you cry,” the disgusting one whispered in my ear, running his tongue all over my neck, causing more tears and a tremendous disgust in me.

“Back off! Don't touch me, you damn animal!” I screamed desperately for him to let me go, hoping that maybe a neighbor will hear my cries and help me.

“Shut up!” he shouted, annoyed and hit me so hard in the face that it left me with no energy and strength in my body, which allows him to do whatever he wanted with me for a few seconds.

Seeing that he left me in a weakened state, he released my hands and began to roam his hands all over my body, reaching the edge of my blouse to tear it apart with the force he used. I tried to cover body and defended myself again, but he gave me another blow to the face that left me worse off than before.

He lowered my bra and left my breasts exposed. I saw him licking his lips and getting closer to me. I felt his tongue playing with one of my n*****s. I managed to react and push him away, but I only succeeded in him grabbing my hands again and holding them tightly above my head.

Tears continued to flow down my face. I kept screaming, but there is no one who can help me.

He continued to kiss and caress my body. I feel disgusted, disgusted by what is happening, and panic had set in when one of his hands moved towards my crotch.

“Noooo! Let me go! Don't touch me, you animal!” I cried and screamed, hoping to achieve something.

And as if it were a sign from heaven, I felt someone entering the house.

“What the hell is going on here?!” My mother, my savior.

George moved away from my body and I immediately covered myself, moving away from him.

“You, damn b***h! Get out! I don't want to see you in this house anymore! Look at what you're doing to my husband. I always knew it, you're a damn b***h!” she screamed angrily, hitting me with her hands, so I don't think twice, I run to my room and locked myself in.

I grabbed the few belongings I have, put everything in a small suitcase, and left.

I didn't look back, I no longer want to. As I walk through that door, I put an end to the miserable life I was leading. Now, I will dedicate myself to myself, to being happy, and to never let anyone else in life humiliate or abuse me as those two people did. They deserve nothing but death.

I arrived at the bus station and decided to buy a ticket for the first bus leaving in the afternoon. So now, I am heading to Los Angeles, California, with my few belongings but with a strong desire to move forward. It was a long trip, over two days, but I was happy because it would put enough distance between me and the people who had hurt me the most in life. They would no longer be close to torment me.

Upon arriving in LA, the first thing I did was search for a place to stay, and I found a small hostel that was affordable enough for me. I don't need luxury, just a comfortable place to live for the time being.

I didn't have much saved money, so I had to find a job soon, and so my search began.

In the first few days, I got temporary jobs, which allowed me to pay my expenses without depleting my savings too quickly. But over time, those jobs became scarce, and I couldn't find anything more stable.

I need a steady job that provides me with a monthly salary to support myself, but without education, it is quite difficult to find something like that. I also know that I need to get my high school diploma to have better opportunities in the future.

As I check my account, I see that it will only last for a couple more weeks, and then I will be left with nothing. I still haven't found a job, I don't know what will happen to me next, I won't have anywhere to live or anything to eat.

I walked the streets and searched through internet pages looking for something that can help me make money, until I came across this offer. It doesn't specify much, just saying no experience required, which immediately catched my attention. I decided to go where it indicated.

In the end, I have nothing to lose by trying.