Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

SHATTERED

~ Gina ~

I am surrounded by vipers, dangerous people who continuously stick their fangs into my skin, desperately wanting to tear my flesh apart.

My pain, who's gonna comfort me?

My complaints, who's willing to listen?

My tears, who's gonna wipe it off my face?

NO ONE!

I've been alone for too long and it's scary. Who can judge me?

I am overshadowed by darkness that I feel like I have become a shadow myself. I'm always late that I always miss out on the sunrise view.

It’s cold and empty around me. Will anyone keep me company? Who's gonna stay? Who's gonna make me a promise and fulfil it?

Do you think I’m strong or I already lost my self while enduring?"

Lost in thoughts when I felt pain in my head, and soon I heard the shattering noise of a mug followed by Yvonne yelling at me. It turns out my mother hit me with a mug.

"How dare you ignore me" she barked

She didn't let me speak when she attacked me with a knife, cutting me. Repeatedly ignoring my screams. After she was done, she left me on the floor.

"Better clean up my kitchen" with that she walked away, leaving me to bleed to death.

"How long will all these go on?" I cried.

Struggling to pull myself together, I crawled to my room to treat my wounds again.

You guys might be wondering why I'm still in this house with these people.

Let me tell you the story of my life.

I was the daughter of a wealthy business owner, Baron Jameson. Yvonne and my dad were a married couple.

Life was rosy at first. I had everything and lived the dream life of most kids. Although Yvonne had never liked me, my father adored me. I was his princess.

Everything turned upside down when dad suddenly became sick. Yvonne became in charge of the family business, but soon the business went bankrupt.

As a little child, I didn't understand business or what went wrong. When asked, Yvonne claimed my dad was owing a lot of debts.

Dad, in his sick state, tried to explain, but no one listened to him. Eventually, his condition became critical, and he died.

Not once did Yvonne mourn his death. That act kept me wondering why. Dad loved her and treated her well.

A week after, strange people appeared in our house. What shocked me was that Yvonne introduced the man as Mr. Ross, her husband, and their daughter Selena - it turned out that my dad is her second husband and their daughter was only a year older than me.

I was beyond confused and pained but had no one. Although Yvonne never loved me, I loved her.

Years passed and I realized that I have been nothing but delusional. Later, they moved into this current residence.

As I grew up, the maltreatment became too much, so I ran away when I was ten. 

They found after a while and brought back against my will. Yvonne and her husband promised to take care of me, but torture became my meals for weeks.

I was subjected to daily physical pain for a month. I almost died. I planned on running away again, but then Yvonne threatened to dig up my dad's remains and burn it.

She kept me from learning his burial place, and now she intends to burn it? I couldn't bear to do that to my dad.

So I've been enduring everything, hoping that I'd eventually find out the truth behind everything.

•••

Yup, it’s another day and everyone seems normal, that includes me, I guess. It’s not like a have a choice.

I already tended to my wound. Don’t want to die of bleeding, not like they’re going to care, but still I can’t give them the satisfaction they want, especially Selena.

I tore my cloth and used the piece to dress the wound, even though it’s not hygienic. This is not the first time I’m doing such.

After what happened with Yvonne, I went to sleep on an empty stomach. There was no one to cook for as Mr. Ross is currently out of the country, Selena went on a date with MY MAN and Yvonne went out with friends.

I can’t cook anything for myself, neither am I allowed to eat when everyone is out since there would be no leftover for me to eat.

All parts of my body hurt. My head? My heart? Name it.

Xander called me later in the night, but I didn’t answer the call because not only was I frustrated, I was also in pain. If we had talked, I would have lashed out at him.

I really do not want to blame him, but I can’t help it. At this point, there’s no point pretending to be fine.

Xander must be anxious because he called 10 times and left 26 messages.

It’s high time he realized how much everything is hurting me, no more pretense. I’m not selfish, I understand the situation he’s in, that is the reason I tolerated everything for so long.

Selena came back this morning and I guess she passed the night at Xander’s house. I don’t even want to think about it.

Do I trust Xander? Yes, with my whole heart, I do, but I don’t and will never trust Selena. That girl is a two-faced bitch.

Anyways, yesterday is gone and today is here.

Yvonne and Selena already had breakfast and as usual they left, remaining little food in their plates, if it were up to them, they wouldn’t. I know I’m a skilled cook, not like they will admit it directly, but from their action, it is very clear.

After eating the remaining crumbs, I felt better. I’m surprised my ulcer pain didn’t act up too much. It’s not like I’m on any medication.

Am I proud of myself? Yes, I am. There are many things that I can do for someone my age.

Am I ready to get married? Yes, I am. Just lol, I am really laughing my ass out. One reason I feel I’m ready for marriage is because I can efficiently manage a home. If I can take care of these grown idiots, I can literally take care of anyone.

Unlike some people,I will definitely be a good wife, one thousand yards, purr.

Shout out to me, okurrrrrrrr!!!

Don’t ask me why I’m hyperactive today, it just occurred to me that some people may have everything they need, they are living a fantastic life, a life of luxury but they can never be in the same league as me. 

The reason is because I am better than them. I may not have all the wealth now, but I believe my time will come. I am intelligent, beautiful, an excellent cook and many more.

So, if you think I’m proud, please think such.

Immediately I finished cleaning the living room, Selena walked in, stepping on the floor, not minding that the floor is still wet.

“Hey dummy, I’m going shopping, clean and arrange my room, sort out the dirty clothes from the clean ones and wash them. Make sure to wash up before entering my room. I don’t want any form of contamination in my room.” She chewed on her gum in a classless manner.

I was just looking at her, trying so hard to control my anger because I really want to slap her right now so she could just shut the hell up.

“What are you staring at? Don’t tell me you are expecting a ‘thank you’ from me?” She chuckled.

“Don’t be delusional young lady, get going already” she barked before walking out.

“You know you didn’t have to yell, right?” I asked.

“What?” She paused on her track.

“What did you just say?” She asked again.

“Exactly what you heard me say” I reckoned.

Her face has completely turned red, she matched towards me in anger.

She raised her hand to hit me, but it got suspended in the air because I held it.

“How dare you?” she yelled

“No, how dare you? Selena! How dare you try to hit me? I have tolerated you for a long time now and I think it’s time we talk about respect” I smirked.

“What respect? You are right, you know. If anyone needs to show respect, it must be you. I am the young mistress of this mansion, and you are the servant. I know you are not dumb; I am sure you know the order of hierarchy.” She smirked.

"I have respected you for a long time, not because you deserve it, but I expect you to be sensible. Let’s get this straight, this should be the last time you bully me because the next time you try it, I don’t care about the consequences. I’ll make sure you will need a face reconstruction” I warned.

By the time I finished talking, Selena looked so surprised with a trace of fear in her eyes.

Yup, she’s a coward.

She quickly recovered from the shock, after which she looked at me with a scorn.

“You will regret this” she murmured and stormed out.

Deep down I’m scared, but I refuse to show it. My life is about to become unbearable, but who cares?

I went up to Selena’s room to clean it without showering. It is not like I am dirty.

As usual, her things are scattered everywhere, including her underwear that lies carelessly on the floor and table.

She kept the bags that she wants to dispose aside. This girl is crazy.

They are all new designer bags. I searched inside, only to see 15k dollars. I was about to hide it inside my shirt when the door opened, revealing Selena looking at angrily.

"OMG!!” I’m done for.