Chapter 1: God why you saved me!!

Vanessa 's POV ~

" You little piece of garbage! I'll kill you right here, right now! How dare you to not go for work today? Who will pay for the food we give you? " growled Arthur while showering slaps one by one.  And I just hissed. Though every nerve in my body was begging to cry... Yes, the torture was that bad!

No, I'll not give him satisfaction of seeing my tears. My father doesn't deserve that...

Wait!!! He wasn't my father. He was just a greedy man who chose to adopt me in order to have a maid who could work without salary for him. He was in his fifties, with a short stature and round belly.

arrgh. yeah not attractive at all!!! 

"Arthur enough now. Don't kill her already. She is of no good to us dead. You little s**t go and make dinner before your father chops you alive and feed you to dogs! " Lily glared at me.

And ... She is his wife. Lily Whitewood. A woman in forties, petite figure, but not at all pretty. 

Or may be my stubborn, tortured mind didn't want to admit it.

Yes, that's true!! Came the voice of my subconscious!! 

I simply walked away from the scary eyes of my so called parents. 

Slut, prostitute whatever they called me, I was far away from it. I was now used to this daily scolding and beatings. Like it didn't  hurt anymore. I was rather immune to their beatings. I am Vanessa Whitewood, 17 years old and soon going to be 18. As you could tell my life was nothing like other teenage girls.

I don't go to late night parties, or hang out with friends after school.

 I never went to school. Arthur and Lily adopted me when I was six. Hell no! Don't think that they did it out of love from their heart, they just needed a servant who can work for them without asking for payment. Ever since I was doing all the chores of this house from cleaning to washing to cooking. And it wasn't over yet. They made me work in a cafe 'coffee latte' late night to earn some money. Well, the salary which I never saw. It all went to them since the cafe owner Mr. Wesley was their friend. And in reward I kept getting beatings from my father time to time. So readers, this was my life.

I was having 103 degrees fever and that was the reason I skipped working late night at cafe. And of course I got a good punishment for this. I was weak, not able to walk, yet I won't cry, I won't submit. May be somewhere inside me a fighter was still alive. May be I was too stubborn to submit.

I went to the kitchen and indulged myself in cooking dinner. I was pretty good in cooking I guess. Anyways, with whatever strength I have left, I prepared their dinner and served. Arthur was still glaring at me. If looks could kill! 

As Arthur, Lily and Amy, my stepsister ate food, I went to kitchen and grabbed anything that was left. With my shivering hands I completed the dishes and went to my basement. 

I looked at myself in the small mirror in my basement room. Yes guys, I lived in basement. Not that I complain now. It was  a pretty good place to avoid the family drama and indulge yourself in reading books. I never went to school but I always kept reading books left by Amy.

I looked pale. My white skin was all covered by bruises and marks, both young and old. My body was aching. I had no strength to keep my eyes open. I put my torn sheets on the floor and covered myself with a blanket, trying to get some sleep, thinking that why God saved me?

Why didn't he let me die with my real parents?

Sometimes it broke my heart that I didn't know anything about my birth parents, or my identity. I was picked up by the Whitewood family from middle of a road near the slum. Not that they made my life any better than the slum. Thinking about this I let myself drown in  sleep. Tomorrow again I had to work full day!.. 

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What's in store for Vanessa? May be a handsome devil(winks) 

hehehee... 

love

Springfox28