Tricky Fate: In Love With My Bully

ts way to pick me up and I took one last glance around a room I've known for years. It was small, a tiny space I barely slept in, but the r

below the ground. Heaving a deep sigh, I tried to push the thoughts of my mother awa

semaid duties in a house my mother once had a share in. My head swelled with anger at the situation and my fingers

ng my way out of the shabby room and down the hallway. I passed by the spot I'd hidden o

er how hard I try to please–and I felt a sharp pinch in my chest that I ignored as I hurried down the stairs. I didn't meet any of my family

anket. It felt like I was being cut off from the outside world and I shifted uncomfortably in the squishy leather seat, apprehension

the swollen cheek, tears streaming down my face. These days, I could do nothing, but cry at the injustice. If my mum were still here, she'd have fought

ssed, and everywhere was calm again. I leaned sideways, pressing my body against the car door to feel for a window, or perhaps a lock, but the place was se

s wide, I let out an ear-piercing scream, hoping to catch someone–anyone's–attention. But,

violent reaction towards my father? My mind kept churning and I didn't realise we had gotten to our destination until the car pulled to an abrupt halt and I hea

I shielded my eyes, stepping away. The masked man who was obviously the driver from the car keys on his belt, roughly sh

igh tower, the garden which flagged the front porch neatly trimmed and spotless. It was as if I'd step

't settle well on her head. She gestured to me and I walked up to her, each step heavy, filled with growing dread. I didn't know the ki

mile I've ever seen. I forced out an equally friendly smile

nodded, keeping a straight face as I trailed behind her. I was careful with my actions and expressions as this was n