Atasha inhaled the sweet morning breeze as she stepped out on the pouch.Waving at the taxi heading towards her drive way she immediately buttoned up her jacket before the taxi pulled up in front of her."Good morning" she greeted after getting settled in the car."Morning, Madam, you look beautiful this morning," the driver said looking at her through the rear view mirror."Thanks, Sir," Atasha said blushing as always whenever she was complemented.The drive to the office was a long one but it was always worth it at the end of the month.Atasha was working at the Cardinal's cooperation, her aunt Elenore was nothing but an angel God sent to her and her sister after the death of their parents, Atasha couldn't wish for more,after the death of their parents Elenore her late mother's younger sister took them in, she didn't have children of her own and had no plans of getting married so she took Atasha and Grace as her children loving them the way any mother would her child.Didn't mean it
Sitting alone in a cold, empty room with nothing but the grey walls to distract me; I'm forced to listen as the doctor on the other side of the door explains to my family that I've suffered a miscarriage at six weeks of pregnancy.Hearing those fatal words has my stomach churning and an overwhelming feeling of guilt shooting through my entire being. The dull pain lingering in the pit of my stomach is nagging at me and acts as a constant reminder of what my body has done, what I have done.I lost our baby.I close my eyes in a desperate attempt to block out my surroundings and much to my annoyance, it doesn't work. I can still hear as Alena demands to know more information, I can still smell the overpowering, domestic scent that all hospitals seem to hold and I can still feel my sadness as it consumes me from the inside out.How can I have been so stupid? If I just got myself here sooner, maybe things would be different.My erratic thoughts are interrupted when I hear the door creak an
"Aww. You look so pretty." Penelope said as she kneeled down in front of me and enveloped me in a hug. "I'm so happy for you, Alena. You deserve every bit of happiness." I returned her hug and controlled the tears that were brimming inside my eyes. It was finally happening. A wedding with the man I loved. Not an arrange marriage, but a marriage with full of love.I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I knew I have never looked more beautiful. It was probably the glow of being in love or the happiness of getting married that was evident on my face.The dress was perfect, simple yet elegant. My designer did wonderful job in making the perfect dress for me. It was strapless with sweetheart neckline, that hugged my figure like a glove and highlighted the curves I might not even had."One word, breathtaking." I heard my sister's voice behind me. She and Penelope were my bridesmaid while Edmund's brother was his best man.And if course, Willa and Dad was going to walk me down the aisl
I groan in pain as another hit to my stomach was given by my older sister, Prima.The reason she's hitting me, simple. I may have accidentally called her Primacrazy instead of the close name Prima. I usually refer her to Primacary when she can't hear me but this time she caught me.Blow after blow after blow was given to me with her pointy high heels until my white sweater had a thin ring of wet blood around my middle."Clean that up!" she spat gesturing to the small pool of blood on the tile floor next to me.I nodded as she left the dining room to the outside which was only available to me to get beer, medicine, or groceries.Standing up I became drowsy as I stumbled to the jacket closet, pulling out the mop that was crusted with my blood from five years ago."Oh, the memories." I chuckle dryly as I fill up a bucket with water.Dipping the crusty mop into the warm water I sloshed it across the floor making sure not to hit the rug that was a half foot away.But just to my luck the wa
Edmund took me to an enormous house, one that was too big for a family, maybe he has relatives that live here?I shake my head of the thoughts as i get out of the jeep and walk through the front door, trailing a couple feet behind him.I would be lying if I said he was ugly because he looks like the reproduction of a God.Oh my goodness what am I saying? I can't fall for him, he makesout with tons of girls in the hallway, I don't even want to know what happens if they study together? That is so gross. Yeah, study biology with real fucking bodies.I chuckled at the joke in my head as I tried to follow him up the stairs, each footstep was followed by a groan of pain."Do you want me to carry you?" Edmund asked turning around to face me."I'm very capable of climbing stairs after having a wound reopened on my stomach that was made by a—You know what. I feel so much better after climbing these stairs. I'll be out of your hair," I said sarcastically limping down the staircase and practical
I am pulled out of the darkness that warped itself around me last night and into the light that I call my living room ceiling fan.I groaned pulling all my strength together I pull myself upstairs going into the bathroom to inspect the damage.Ten new bruises had started to form on my lower back as five medium sized ones started growing along my sides with about ten more on my back.Looking at my back I noticed red slashes that were easily identified as a whip hit. I've lived through these so long that I know where a bruise would form when they only kicked me once. I noticed the difference between a slap to the back and a slash to the back with a belt or some type of whip.After dressing them and pulling on a mahogany sweater with light washed jeans I slowly descended the stairs careful not to move too much.Reaching the floor I felt a little dizzy but nothing out of the contrary. I trudged to the campus, and as soon as I got there the late bell rung in my ears.Today's going to be on
"How would you even put this on?" I asked Edmund, holding up two pieces of fabric that would barely cover any part of my body.He laughed, and puts the bikini back on the shelf, walking over to another he pulls out another one that looks."How about this one?" he asked as i look at it I become more infatuated with it.It's yellow and simple, it almost looks like a pair underwear and a bra."Let me try it on," I said, walking over to the dressing rooms."Can I help?" Edmund asked seductively and I blush deeply."N-no. . ." I stutter out as I walk into one of the rooms.Okay, I would've loved for him to help me, I think I'm falling for his charms! I can't though, he's the campus bad boy, my father would be more than furious and try to kill him, though I wouldn't be surprised. I just can't fall for him. It's so annoying how safe I feel in his arms or how our hands mold perfectly together, I can't take it, I just know I'll be falling for him soon. Why must I love so easily.I don't even k
This was ultimately the worst beating I've ever had, it was the best one I've ever had.My dad jumped on my stomach, he's about 250 pounds, what do you think happened to me? You guessed it, I heard and felt cracking in three different places, I'm sure he broke my ribs.Prima had a small knife in her hands as she turned me over and sliced into my back, it was painful even though the cuts were shallow.She decided to slash at my arms and legs also drawing blood from almost every inch of my body.After kicking and punching me several times they went up into my room and took out all my pants replacing them with shorts and replacing all my sweaters with t-shirts.It was going to be horrible at school tomorrow, but I deserve it, anything they their at me is because I deserve it, and they let me know that. It's been carved into my brain the first time they hit me.People were going to stare and ask if I'm okay, I don't need their pity and I'll tell them that.I'm so beaten and worn out that