Moving to hell

*some days later* 

It was Sunday, a day family take a day off from their works. They were all united on this day, as they were busy with one house chore or the other. 

Roseline was in her room painting, when she suddenly felt the ground shaking. She looked around her room in shock, seeing everything was shaking violently. Was it earthquake? She wondered, before standing up in panic. She had heard so many bad things from people about earthquake. Earthquake wasn't something she wished to see, especially today. 

She saw her room flung open, then her mother ran in, in panic.

"Rose!" She called worriedly, having a pale face. She was scared, which made Roseline also scared. 

"Common Rose. Let's leave now. The house is falling." she quickly said, holding her daughter's hand. Luckily, Roseline was able to grab one of her family pictures and a teddy bear as they both fled their home, including Grandpa. 

Roseline and her mother finally reached outside, seeing a huge bulldozer pulling down their house and everything in it. It was so frightening that Roseline had to hug her mother's leg in fear. 

"It's okay darling," the woman patted her daughter's back, also staring at the house she had lived almost her entire life in, getting destroyed. 

Her grandfather was beside them, also staring at the house. That bad luck son of his. It's only a pity he had to drag this good woman and her daughter into this. He is nothing but a demon who is needed to get rid of. He is nothing but a monster. He regretted the fact that he never did abort him when he had the chance. 

"Hello family," 

Roseline POV: 

A shadow approached us. The sudden call gave me goosebumps. It was a cold and distinct voice of a man. I had to raise my head up to see whom it was. He was a tall man, who had lots of beards and he looked really rich. His attire screams rich and I know he is definitely not a kids play. 

I felt my mom tightening her grip around me. She held me so tight, as if I was planning to run away from her. She was definitely scared of this man. But who is he? 

"Why are you doing this Micheal?"I could hear Grandpa's angry voice. 

Micheal? I have heard grandpa calling the name Micheal plenty of times whenever he is busy on his phone. And whenever he was talking of this Micheal, he looked quite pissed up of some sort and angry too. Hie face wouldn't want to speak with anyone. 

"Why? Why am I doing this? Common father, this is my house and I can do anything I want with it," 

What does he meant by father? I wondered, still staring at this thick beared man. 

"You are a monster!"

"Yeah yeah, I am a monster. I get that a lot of times and I simply don't get tired of it," his talks gave me creeps and I don't think I am gonna like this kind of man who doesn't respect his elderlies. 

I saw his eyes wander of to my mom, then at me. A wicked curve formed on his face, as he smiled at me. I don't like him at all. 

"You must be the little bastard," I frowned deeply, staring right at his face. Did he just call me a bastard? 

"My daughter is not a bastard, Micheal," 

Mom corrected him, having a mixed expression. 

"Um, she isn't to you. But to me, she is nothing but a pure and useless bastard. A hot blooded bastard!" He grinned at me. He bent his head to look directly at my eyes. "Shall I introduce myself to you darling? Of course your mother wouldn't have told you about me. Cause...of course, she is jealous of my wealth," 

He rolled his eyes, then back at my face. "My name is Micheal and I am your father. But not biological cause I think you are not, but a lot of a bastard," he introduced himself bluntly. 

I had been asking of who my father is for a while now, being so curious to know him. But right now, I don't think I am interested in knowing him. This man is very terrifying. He looked exactly like a villain from a movie. 

"She is not a bastard, Micheal!" My mom spoke back at him angrily. 

"Well, that's not my problem. So where are you people going to live now? The house is demolished and you are homeless. So tell me people, where are you going to live. Don't tell me you will be beggars on the streets?" 

"That would be non of your business Micheal!" Mom answered him bitterly, and he scoffed at her in reply

"Common woman! You can't live in the streets. That wouldn't do good to me. That would be against my reputation. What would people say about me, bad things. So you are gonna leave with me from now onwards," 

"I will never do that. I will prefer death than leaving with you, you monster!" 

"I will never deny that darling. I am a monster. A very horrible monster. But how will I let you, my father and the child do around, on the streets suffering. So I am taking you people in whether you like it or not, and you three have no right to struggle with me. Now come with me!" He commanded, but Kara held on to her daughter tightly, not moving an inch.

"Take them!" He commanded his two guards who quick took held of the three. 

*

Roseline hugged her mother's waist tightly, as the car moved down an estate. Grandpa seem really disturbed, also holding Roseline's other hand. 

"Mom, will dad hurt us?" She questioned softly, and Kara replied by stroking her hair, comforting her. 

"He won't dare." Grandpa assured, but Roseline wasn't satisfied with the assurance. She felt she would be going over to face death who is precisely her father. 

The car suddenly took an halt, which urged Roseline to look outside through the window. 

She saw a small villa ahead. The villa looked beautiful and okay for a family to leave in. She quickly ducked her head back to her mother's arms. 

"Come out now. We are here!"