“Evermore! You worthless piece of shit, you’re burning the dinner!” My step father Patrick, shouts up the stairs to me, I knew by the tone in his voice that I needed to move.
I had to run up to change my top as I spilt hot sauce on it, I must have forgotten to turn the hob off while I was away. The sauce was burning my skin so I didn’t think, I’ll do better next time.As I arrive in the kitchen, Patrick stood there with his arms crossed looking at me with a stern look. I move passed him and to the dinner, only to find that the dinner wasn’t burned at all but looked around about done.“You’re lucky it’s not burnt, you and I would be having one of our talks if it did.” He tells me from behind, I gulp fear making its way through me as I nod my head.I knew what he meant by talk, I wasn’t in the mood to have to deal with one of those today. Not that I’m ever in the mood to have one, I wanted to just make this dinner and head to bed without any trouble today. He looks me up and down with a disgusted look before leaving the kitchen, which allows me to let out the breath I was holding in while he was stood above me.I have never been treated right in my whole entire life, well ever since I can remember anyway. My mother had me when she was only 15 years old, my birth father never being in the picture. She enjoys to tell me on a daily basis that I ruined her life, she was planning to do so much with it but I came along and threw all her plans down the drain, not that I asked to be here in the first place.When I was around 7 years old, she met my oh so lovely step father Patrick, where my already hard life, got that much harder. Within a few months, they were married and my mother was pregnant with my younger sister Zoe, who is so delightful just like her father.Their children are treated with such love and grace, Patrick will do whatever they want at a drop of the hat. But me on the other hand, I get told I shouldn’t be here so it’s only right I pay for ever ruining my mothers life. Apparently, I look too much like my birth father so I’m shunned off to the attic, it’s too hard for my mother to see the man that left her all those years ago.The only time I come down is to clean and make their dinner, in doing so I get constant abuse from every family member. Even my other younger sister, Anne, treats me like I’m a piece of gum on the bottom of her shoe.I had just finished plating the food when they all walk in, they were laughing about something before they all face me. The only expression on their faces was disgust, while I turn to concentrate on placing the dinner on the table to not shrink under their gaze.“Daddy, tell this dirty mistake to hurry up with my food, I’m starving!” Zoe cries looking over at Patrick, this comment alone making me start to rush as I knew what would be coming if I didn’t.“Don’t worry darling, it looks like it has finished now.” He says once I had fully plated the food, I stand back up against the counter as they all walk over to the food that was on the table.“You’ve cooked us pie again, we had that last week!” Anne whines which only made my heart rate pick up, I just need to be told that I can leave and it’ll be okay again.“Your mother requested that it makes us pie.” Patrick says looking over at Anne, who I could see was hoping someone throws the food at me like they have done many times before. “You can leave now, hungrily staring at us while we eat is something I do not want to see.” Patrick says without turning to look at me, I nod my head before quickly leaving the room for them to eat.I head out to the hallway and run up the stairs, the only place I ever remotely feel safe is the attic. If I can just get to there, I’ll be okay. Once I close the door behind me, I place my hands on the door with my head bowed to try and calm myself down. The same feeling of fear that I constantly feel at the forefront of my mind, how much longer am I going to have to live like this for?I turn my body so I was now facing the attic, it was wet and cold but a place where I have always called home. Right at the end of the dark attic, was my very old and uncomfortable bed. I slowly walk over and take a seat, the old springs crying out as I sat down. This bed like myself, has had enough of living like this. No one has ever shown me any kindness for years, only a few of the village people that know I exist used to when I was allowed out of the house. Sometimes I hear them asking at the door where I am, my mother or Patrick always skip the questions and try to derail the conversation. I knew this was only because they knew what kind of reactions people would have in town if anyone found out how they treat me.I reach under my bed and pick up one of my many old books, just before they told me I wasn’t allowed to leave the house at all. I took the spare money that I had and went to the local bookstore, I got as many books as I could do so when I have time, I sit and read each one.I lay back in bed opening up my book, but before I could move to begin to read, the sound of smashing fills the downstairs section of house.“Evermore!” Patrick’s loud voice screams towards the upstairs, my heart sinking at the thought of what may have happened.My nightmare isn’t over yet.The loud smashing from downstairs was a result of Zoe dropping her plate on the floor, which of course, she couldn’t clean up herself. I was forced to clean the glass up while also cooking her another dinner. After I was done, I escape to the attic once again and immerse myself in one of my hidden books. I had just read through a chapter of the book, when I hear the front door knocking. I always stop what I’m doing when the door knocks, I think a part of me hopes that somehow someone has found out what my family have been doing and will come and save me. As you can see, that hasn’t happened yet but I’m holding out to hope that it will. “Oh Francis, what can I do for you?” Patrick asks which told me who was there, it was one of our nice neighbours who used to always smile at me when I would walk by. “I have been sent to all the neighbours to tell them there us this fair like event happening tomorrow, someone important is visiting and all the residents have to attend, that includes
The morning of whatever event this is soon rolls around, where you could just tell by the way in which Patrick was acting, he was growing nervous. I had been kept away for years and in conditions that most would dem inhumane, which is something he definitely, does not want people to find out about. I was finishing getting ready for the day in the attic, they had allowed me to shower which meant I was fixing my hair so I looked presentable. The girls had given me some clothes, where they loved to tell me that I could keep them as they didn’t want to touch anything that had been on my body. But I didn’t mind that much, that meant that I had some fresh clothes that I could wear. I stare at myself in the tiny broken mirror that was on the wall, I don’t look in the mirror much as it only makes me sad to what I have become over the years. My bright green eyes have turned dull in a sense due to the constant abuse and hunger that I endure and feel on a daily basis. My mother constantly tell
After the man’s little speech, everyone begins to get back to what they were doing before and talking amongst themselves. My eyes remained on the floor as I tried to rationalise what just happened, how and why did I feel like that when him and me made eye contact? Could it be down to me staying in the attic for too long and don’t know what it means to socialise? Before these questions could swirl around my mind any longer, Patrick who still had my arm begins to pull me out of the crowd of people. For a second, I also forgot that he was a person! “Me and the girls are going to do some shopping around the stalls, do you want to come?” My mum turns to ask Patrick, not that she would ask me if I wanted to join their little bonding time. “No, I’ll stay behind and make sure this disgrace doesn’t try to make a run for it.” He responds looking down at me, my mother sends me a disgusted look before walking away with the two girls. “Now you may see why we keep telling you that you’re too muc
I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking as I sat with my body pressed against the door of the car, the king man was sat a short distance away from me but just from the manner he was sat, I could see he wanted to get closer to me. My heart was pounding in my chest as the worried thoughts of what may lay ahead for me consume my mind, how on earth have I landed myself in this situation? I try to avoid looking at the man at all costs, I was worried if I stare at him for too long he would lash out like Patrick does. But the times he would turn to look at me, he would either smile or send me a look of sadness. I could sense that he wanted to speak but also knew, I wouldn’t reply. I turn my full attention to the window watching the whole world pass us by, I’m seeing more of the world than I did before I was locked away for all of those years. We were quite far away from the village, back in his speech he told the town that his kingdom isn’t far from the village. But from this car ride alone,
I was sat in what appears to be my new bedroom for a few long moments, my brain attempting to comprehend what has been happening but due to how complex this all felt, it was finding that topic difficult. I still haven’t got a clue why I’m here, when I asked Axel he was more than a little cagey with his response. He kept repeating that I would learn in time why I was here and I only needed to trust him, but when and how am I going to learn what he was talking about?! I have been locked in the attic for more years than I could count on my fingers, yet the first guy that I meet and who technically, saved me from that life, wants me to trust him off the bat! Now I can’t deny that I do get this weird but wonderful feeling when I’m around Axel, somewhere I just know that he will protect me no matter what happens. But the part of my brain that isn’t fully mesmerised by him is telling me that none of this is making sense, I know I have been away from society for so long but even I know that
Axel remained true to his word and didn’t leave my side the entire time, the doctor was also very kind and would explain to me what he was doing and why. The exam took quite a long time, I was knackered by the end but I knew had to push through due to Axel wanting me to have a proper check up. At the end of the exam, the doctor explained that I was severely malnourished and would need to take different kind of supplements to give my body a little push. Axel said he would handle all of that for me, which I did find very helpful as I did worry that I would forget to take what I needed, or take too much at one time. The doctor also took some blood so he could check everything over, whilst taking the blood the bruise that Patrick, left on my arm earlier in the day had very much pronounced itself. I saw anger flash Axel’s expression when his eyes landed on the bruise, he had to look away slightly taking deep breaths in before he turned back to me smiling. It wasn’t really a surprise to m
I was able to get showered and dressed into the fresh clothes just in time, I have to say there is nothing better than a good morning shower. Back at home, I would only be able to shower when everybody was out the house. But I could never fully enjoy it, I would feel the need to rush just in case one of my family decided to come home early and catch me. I walk back into the bedroom, taking a look around with a little smile on my face. This is the first time that I can remember where I’m genuinely happy, I mean I’m confused on why I’m here and why Axel would want to show an interest in somebody that looks like me. Thinking about Axel, the memory of the dream I had last night fills my mind. I still cannot shake the feeling that what I’m calling a dream, wasn’t a dream at all. For starters, I never met Joey to my knowledge, I only knew his name because Hannah mentioned him one time so nonchalantly, that it’s shocking that I even registered what she said. Why would I dream of two people
After the hug Axel and I shared, he began to show me the other beautiful areas in the garden. I would have been amazed by what I saw when we first walked in alone, but the sheer beauty of the rest of the garden simply took my breath away. There was a huge rose garden with every colour of rose that you could think of! Axel explained how roses were his mother’s favourite flower, so he thought it would be a wonderful idea to have this part of the garden created to honour her. There is also a river that runs through the garden, where as you walk along you can hear all the amazing sounds of nature. He told me we had just scratched the surface on every part of the garden, there were still so many more parts for me to see which I couldn’t wait. We were just stood under an old looking apple tree, you could see not many apples grew anymore and the ones that did, didn’t look really edible. This seems to be the only part of the garden which isn’t prim and proper, I would have thought it would