My Living Hell
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The last four years have been full of beatings and my days being spent as a personal slave. I was more part of the housekeeping staff than anything. But of course whatever Stephanie wanted from me I had to do.
I have grown cold and numb inside.
I don't know if it's the bracelet or me just being numb, but I can't feel my wolf amethyst anymore. It's like she's disappeared, and no matter how much I yell out to her, she never answers back.
My only friends consist of the wait staff, and they are all older than me. Believe me, I am grateful, but I just didn't see my life turning out this way.
I think about my father everyday.
It saddens me to know I'm possibly letting him down with how helpless I am. I should be keeping his legacy going, instead Stephanie is running it into the ground!
I threw some sheets into the washer angrily, just thinking about what Stephanie has done.
"Those sheets didn't hurt your feelings honey." Agatha, one of the oldest maids said out to me.
I smiled, knowing she always knew how to cheer me up.
Another maid, Sherry, walked into the laundry room with a look of shock. “Did you hear the news about prince Jeffery? He's gonna be crowned king and take his mother’s place."
"WHAT?!" I screamed out angrily. All the maids in the room stopped what they were doing and looked at me sadly.
Anger coursed through my body as my chest started to rise and fall rapidly.
This can't be! Jeffery as king?! He doesn't deserve to be king! He would run us into the ground just like his mother!
I marched my feet towards the door of the laundry room in search of Stephanie.
I'm gonna give her a piece of my mind!
Agatha grabbed me before I was able to leave the laundry room. "Aura, let's think through whatever you’re planning to do.”
I could sense her concern for me, but she didn’t need to worry about me.
"NOOO!" I yelled out angrily, with tears swelling in my eyes. Agatha wrapped her arms around me tightly, not letting me go.
"It’s not fair!” I cried out devastatingly. Jefferey doesn't deserve to take over our family's legacy!
Agatha rubbed my back, trying to calm me down.
"We know honey, but doing something stupid won't fix anything" She said out sadly, still rubbing my back "Your father would want you alive, even if you are a prisoner."
Sherry came over and joined in, making it a group hug. "Keeping you alive is our only priority."
They hugged me tighter as I cried out, trying to comfort me.
"What is going on here?!" Jefferey yelled out angrily, standing in the doorway of the laundry room.
Agatha and Sherry jumped back, releasing the hug. All of our eyes went straight to the floor. Jefferey doesn't like when we look him in the eyes. I've learned my lesson too many times not to do it anymore.
"It was my fault. Please don't punish them." I said out trying to get him to let Sherry and Agatha go.
Jefferey fully believes in putting women in their place when "they don't behave".
Without a second thought, Jefferey smacked me with all of his force, knocking me to the floor. The familiar metallic taste filled my mouth, indicating I was bleeding. My vision blurred and my head felt like s**t.
Goddess it feels like I have another concussion.
My body doesn't heal properly like it used to. Ever since that bracelet was put on me. I've lost all touch with my wolf and witch abilities. I don't feel like myself, and I damn sure don't recognize myself in the mirror. I'm malnourished and covered in bruises and scars from the torture and beatings from this wicked family.
I'm thrown from my thoughts as Jefferey kicked me in the ribs a couple of times.I coughed up blood painfully, but still didn’t give him the satisfaction of being weak. I held back my tears and the pain that was built up inside of me from exploding out.
"How many times do I have to tell you to do your job and nothing else!" Jefferey yelled out angrily, spitting everywhere, "GET BACK TO WORK!"
Agatha and Sherry scurried back to work as I picked myself up slowly off of the floor.
"Clean that mess up!" Jeffery screamed as he pointed angrily to the blood on the floor that I just had coughed up. He grabbed a clean folded towel off of the table and threw it at my face, hitting me. He gave me a death stare before he left the room in a hurry.
As soon as he left, I let the tears fall. I was starting to unravel. I couldn’t keep shoving everything inside, expecting for it to just disappear.
I began cleaning the blood off of the floor, making sure it was spotless. My tears made it more messier, but at that point I couldn't stop crying.
I was angry!
So f*****g angry!
"It'll be okay Aura" Agatha said softly trying to comfort me.
"No it won't!" I snapped back.
It was like something finally clicked inside of me.
How long will it take until they kill me? I'm done being a punching bag and waiting to be killed. If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die fighting! I deserve to live a life of peace. Even if I can't carry on my dad's legacy, I at least deserve a life with my mate, if I have one.
"The next chance I get to escape, I'm taking it. No matter what." I said out, full of determination.
Sherry and Agatha both looked at me with fear, but didn't say anything. They knew there was no talking me out of anything.
At this point, the only thing that was keeping me alive was the burning rage I had for revenge. I want to watch the life leave Jefferey's eyes as I rip out his heart, killing him. I want the queen to suffer like I suffered in the dungeons below our palace.
Goddess knows the things I've imagined doing to these evil people.
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