But you lied to me

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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"I always believe that the sky is the beginning of the limit"

–MC Hammer

Elisa POV

The sun gleamed for a new day as it hurriedly chased away the lone dawn with a waft of lethargic lingering around; I made my way to the bathroom. Everything happened in the brisk of time. I couldn't imagine waking up in a different house with different people. The nervousness brewing within me and the uncertainty taunting me, I knew it would be a hell of a day.

Everything felt a mere mirage, I was deeply cuddled in my make shift cocoon refusing anyone to enter. I was scared to embrace the precariousness but I knew I had to brace myself. I knew I had to tear those uncertainties and come out of the cocoon as a beguiling butterfly. I knew I had to extend my hand and pull myself from this variability and welcome this new experience. "I can do it!" I said approaching the marble made basin.

The mirror stood straight and almighty reflecting my ghostly appearance, taking my favorite purple tooth brush and adding a bean sized tooth paste, I vigorously brushed my teeth to perfection. I moved my hand in a circular movement as instructed by the dentist and rubbed each and every corner of my mouth. With a satisfying gargle, I spat the unwanted water in the basin and approached the glister Listerine. I grinned widely examining whether my art of brushing was impeccable or not, after agreeing with my work I held my hair into a high pony tail and washed my face with immense care.

My room was small but it has its own comfy and beauty, with a small bed placed centrally and a small book shelf adjacent to it, it perfectly matched the stereotypical room of a college student. My bed was covered with my favorite minion cover and it had its own pillow cover that had a grinning Kevin on it.

I couldn't stop awing at Kevin and only heaven knows how much I was into him. My closet was neat and organized with the upper deck filled with unwanted card boxes and the respective deck with pants, shirts and etc. I grabbed my favorite white T shirt that had "Love yourself" print and a skinny jean that accentuated my chubby thigh and butt.

Concurring my fashion sense I headed off to the kitchen and for a reminder I was sharing a room with a girl who was from Russia but she was never home so most of the time the house was just left for me. The kitchen was spacious and well equipped with utensils placed in their respective place. The fridge was the apple of this kitchen because it was always filled to brim by the house keeper.

The housekeeper lady was kind and she had that motherly aura surrounded her which made me comfortable and happy. She seemed to be in her late fifties with white hair securely bounded to a bun and a large sweater and skirt adorning her body. She was pretty for her age and I really loved being with her. "The breakfast is ready and hope you enjoy it, " she said.

"Thank you for the hospitality and may I know your name?" I asked her with a smile. "Sorry for being forgetful and yes my name is Susan Smith and you can call me Susan, " she replied me in her loving voice. "I will enjoy the breakfast Susan and I am Elisa Dawson but you can call me Elle "I said. She gave me a warm smile and left.

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