HUMILIATION AND SHAME
720 Words
Chapter 3
Emily smirked wickedly, seeing Alexa looking so miserable, while Mirabel burst into laughter. "Mom, look, Alexa looks so funny. Having a dirty dress on sure looks good on her," Mirabel said, laughing harder.
"This should serve as a lesson to you never to bully my daughter again," Emily thundered. "But... if you still choose to, then I assure you that you're going to experience something worse than this. Now, get out of my sight!"
Alexa opened her eyes, looking at the mother-daughter duo with tears still rolling down her face. She turned around and walked towards the stairs, intending to go back to her room to change her dress and then leave for lectures.
Emily saw through her intentions and yelled, "Where the hell do you think you're going?" Alexa turned to her step-mom, responding in a barely audible voice, "I want to go clean up and change into something different."
Mirabel and Emily both scoffed almost simultaneously. "Change into something different?" Emily asked sarcastically. "Didn't Mirabel say you look so good with a dirty dress on? My daughter barely compliments anyone, and now she did you, and you want to take her compliments for granted? You must be joking."
"This is proof that that bitchy mother of yours didn't bring you up properly," Emily continued icily. "Also, just like Mirabel said, a dirty dress really looks good on you. At least when you step out, people would know that you're a miserable person, and you can bring nothing else but bad luck!"
Emily pointed at the door. "Now, get going, but not to your room – to school!" Dread was written all over Alexa's face as she shivered. "Aunt, don't do this, please. I beg you," Alexa pleaded, as fresh tears flowed down her face.
"Do you want me to repeat myself?" Emily asked coldly. "I only want what's best for you, and right now, I just told you what's best for people of your caliber. You still dare stand before me to plead?" Emily said sarcastically. "You really wouldn't want to get me upset, you miserable daughter of a bitchy woman."
"Now, out of my mansion, or I would call the securities at the mansion's gate to come and strip that dress off your body. You would attend your classes naked today, I promise you." Alexa shivered even more, clutching tightly to her dress as if it was going to get stolen from her the next minute.
"My mother is really vicious," Mirabel thought deep in her heart, smiling wickedly. "Alexa, listen to Mom and just get lost. Once she calls the securities at the mansion's gate, they wouldn't hesitate to strip you of your dirty, cheap dress."
"I'm also sure they would be eager to see what lies beneath the dress of the first daughter of the Anderson family, who brings nothing but bad luck," Mirabel added, looking at Alexa tauntingly.
Alexa felt a wave of shame overwhelm her. Still clutching her dress, with her gaze on the floor, Alexa slowly dragged her feet to the exit door of the mansion without being allowed to get her books, have breakfast, or change out of the dress that now exuded a strong smell of coffee.
As she reached the door, Emily called out, "By the time you return to this house, I expect you to have realized your true place that you're nothing but the shadow of your former self!"
Alexa nodded, feeling a sense of desperation wash over her. She pushed open the door and stepped out into the bright sunlight, feeling like she was walking into a nightmare.
The cool breeze hit her face, but it did little to calm her racing thoughts. Alexa felt like she was trapped in a never-ending cycle of humiliation and pain.
As she walked down the driveway, Alexa caught sight of the mansion's securities standing by the gate. They looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and contempt.
"Looks like the little princess is in trouble again," one of them sneered.
Alexa felt her face burn with shame as she quickly looked away. She knew she had to get out of there as fast as she could.
With a heavy heart, Alexa began her journey to school, unsure of what the day had in store for her.
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