The birthday

Jasmine's POV

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, it was 4:00 on the dot, a new day and my birthday!

I sprang up happily twirling around as I got prepared for the special day, that would be laced with endless chores.

“Ain't nobody gonna stop my shine,” I sang dancing to the imaginary song in my head.

Beep beep.

My old small phone rang the only asset I had left in this house, after my stepmother and her daughters came in, they seized all my laptop, headset and every single asset I owned.

I picked up the call, the caller ID read. “Loml” He remembered!.

“Hey sugar…”Justin’s voice went off on the other end of the phone.

“Hi babe.” I giggled.

“Happy happy birthday to you, I love you so so much.” He said making me blush hard.

Justin is my world, my everything, the only person that made me feel special without asking for anything in return.”

“Awwwn, I love you too babe.”

“So,” he said. “What's your plan for the day?”

“Well,” I chuckled. “ Nothing really, just chores and chores all day.”

“Nah, can't let that be the fate of my favorite girl, how about we meet up this evening at my place, what do you say?”

“Well, that's a great idea but my stepmother will never let me go out, Margaret and Martha are always free to go out as they please but I'm always stalk here doing chores regardless of it being my special day.”

“Hmmm..” justin pretended to be thinking. “How about not asking for permission at all.”

I chuckled.

“What are you saying?”

“Come-on, you know what I mean, you're a big girl, let's meet up by the convenience store down your street by 10pm when you're done with your chores nobody has to know.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Have I ever deceived you before? Let's Meetup and make this day special for you okay?”

“Okay!”

“That's more like it, alright carry on with your day, and try as much as possible to hurry up with your work okay?”

“Okay babe.”

He ended the call, leaving me with butterflies in my stomach, so sweet of him to want to do something nice for me.

I got out of my room happily and went on to carry out my chores.

From Washing the clean dishes (Lila always made me wash the clean dishes every morning, all of it, she said it was best to start the day with freshly washed dishes, which was a lie, she just wanted to torture me) Then I went on to wipe dust off every corner of the house, mopped the whole floor, washed the toilets, wiped windows, fed Lila's cat and water the garden, by 10am, Lila and her daughter's woke up and were screaming for breakfast, I just got to know that my dad had travelled last night while I was away to deliver some of Lila's goods to her customers.

I was busy doing the dishes after Lila and her twins(16) had just finished having breakfast when Margaret came into the kitchen.

“Look who we have here, the birthday girl who's doing her maid duties.”

I ignored her.

“It's funny how evil people still get to have a birth date like normal people, too disappointing.” She walked around the kitchen then stood beside me.

“Jasmine, don't you think it's funny, I guess today is a special day when witches and serial killers where born, worth a celebration.”

“What did you just say?” I asked in fury.

“Well, just saying…” she reached for a cup on the sink, filled it with water then poured it on my dress. “Oops.”

My dress dripped with water and I just stood there mad as h*ll.

“Personally I don't think witches deserve a birthday, especially ones who killed her mother.”

I turned to her and slapped her on her cheek making her red.

“Ah!” She exclaimed in pain then turned and grabbed my hair, I grabbed hers too, I had had enough.

We wrestled for a long while before Lila hearing the noise ran down.

“You witch, what are you doing to my daughter?” she slapped me without asking to know how was at fault as usual.

“I've had enough of you and your mannerless daughters treating me like a slave in my own father's house;”

“Oh really?”

“Mom what's going on here?” Martha asked running down. “What is this swine up to now?”

Margaret was quivering in tears, I beat her up mercilessly and I felt satisfied.

“Ask her, ask her why she wants to end your sisters life!”

“Hmph, dad has to hear this.”

“He's not even your real dad, or do you now have memory loss?” I said with a confidence that surprised even myself. “Ask your mother who your real dad is, you bastards.”

“What?” Lila exclaimed slapping me.

“Yes, slap me, hit me, is that all you can do? You're just a weakling who prides herself in another woman's home.”

That hurt Lila so much, she ran out with her daughters and went to call my dad to rant.

“Here,” Martha said handing me the phone. “Talk to dad.”

I put the phone on my ear ready for what was to come.

“Jasmine are you finally running mad?”

He went on and on scolding me and I just put the phone on the table completely fed up, I knew just what to do.

“Give the phone to your mother” he finally said.

“my mom's dead so who do you want me to give the phone to?”

My dad almost exploded on the phone and he asked Lila to punish me severely and told me to get ready for double of whatever punishment I was served when he returned.

With the help of some guys around they binded me in tight ropes and kept me under the sun after they had finished flogging my already battered and bruised body.

I would run away tonight and nothing was going to change my mind, I have had enough.