DIARY OF HER I never knew it was a secret

Tricia POV

I have been working all day in the house. Tears streamed down my face as I remembered that he was my brother.

The cell phone rang, and I was about to pick it up.

"Do not lay a finger on that phone," Alexander said barging out for the room. "Move away."

I moved away with tears in my eyes, but still could see him look at me and I knew what it meant.

Immediately, I walked to another room but not without spying on him.

He fumbled his hands before picking up the phone. I could sense that he was nervous.

After the call, he stared around then picked up his personal phone. I stared although I didn't know what he was saying. All I knew was that he was scared.

I left to continue what I was doing.

"You daughter of a whore, come here," my brother called me.

That was the way he normally called me since he knew that I wasn't birthed by his mother.

I answered him politely as I had no one to stand for me. His girlfriend who had always shown me her love changed to me after his parents' death. My story has always been the same. I dreaded living in this place, but I couldn't go elsewhere. No friends, nobody to look on for my safety.

Alexander had warned me never to let any of our relatives know about his treatment unless I would have my head on a platter. I knew he could do it as he hated me so much.

When his parents were alive, our father and his mother showered me with all the love and care that I needed, but Alex didn't like it. He was always reprimanded for the type of friends he kept.

I walked towards him and went on my knees like the maid he had treated me as.

He slapped my cheek, and looked at me.

"I'm going out to meet my girlfriend. Make sure to serve lunch before I come back. I will be coming along with my girlfriend."

I knew that it meant double trouble.

After he had left the house, I allowed tears to run down my face, and looked up. I felt sad that my real mother had to leave me with them. His parents had been good to me, but why didn't my mother just steal father away?

Tears streamed down my face as I placed my hand on my chest.

It dawned on me that I had spent hours weeping. I looked at the time, and remembered that I hadn't prepared lunch nor had my bath.

I immediately got up, and rushed to have my bath praying silently that the monster wouldn't arrive with his evil girlfriend.

Done putting on a cloth, I ran into the kitchen to prepare lunch, almost slipping but maintained my stability. I remembered that we had maids before our parents died doing separate works, but after their deaths, Alexander sent the maids away making me to do all the work.