Tamed troublesome luna

Chapter 2

Hazel groaned as her personal maid, Marie, dragged her out of bed to have breakfast. She wasn’t in the mood for another argument with her family, but she knew she couldn’t avoid them forever.

As she made her way to the dining room, she saw her cousin, Emily, and her stepsister, Lauren, sitting opposite each other at the table. They both shot her a look of disdain as she took her seat.

Hazel tried to ignore them as she poured herself a cup of coffee, but she could feel their eyes on her. She knew they were just waiting for a chance to insult her, to bring her down.

But Hazel had learned a long time ago how to handle them. She had become an expert at outwitting their insults, turning them back on themselves.

As they started their usual barrage of insults, Hazel remained calm. She refused to let them get to her. She had bigger things to worry about.

But then her father walked in, his face red with anger. He had always been a stern man, but lately, he had become more and more irritable.

“Hazel!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the room. “What did I tell you about causing trouble?”

Hazel sighed, knowing there was no way to avoid his wrath. “I didn’t cause any trouble,” she said, her voice calm and steady.

Her father slammed his hand on the table. “Don’t lie to me, girl. You’re always causing trouble. It’s time you learned some discipline.”

Hazel stood up, her face flushing with anger. “I’m not a child, Father. I can take care of myself.”

Her father glared at her, his eyes full of contempt. “If you don’t learn to control yourself, I’ll have no choice but to send you away.”

Hazel’s heart sank at his words. She knew he had the power to do it, and she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving everything she knew behind.

Without another word, she walked out of the dining room, her mind reeling with thoughts. She knew she had to do something, to prove to her father that she was capable of taking care of herself.

But what could she do? She had always been a troublemaker, always causing chaos wherever she went. She knew it was time to make a change.

As Hazel walked out of the dining room, she could hear her cousin and stepsister whispering behind her back. She knew they were pleased with the way her father had shouted at her, relishing in her misery.

But she refused to let them get to her. She was determined to prove them wrong.

As she made her way back to her room, she could hear her stepsister, Lauren, shouting at one of the maids. Hazel paused outside the door, listening to the commotion.

“How could you be so clumsy?” Lauren yelled, her voice full of anger. “You spilled hot coffee all over me!”

Hazel rolled her eyes, knowing that her stepsister was always quick to blame others for her own mistakes.

But as she turned to leave, she saw one of the other maids rushing to clean up the mess. Hazel knew she couldn’t just stand there and do nothing.

“Leave her alone, Lauren,” Hazel said, stepping into the room. “It was an accident.”

Lauren glared at her, her eyes full of malice. “Stay out of this, Hazel. It’s none of your business.”

But Hazel refused to back down. She knew she had to stand up to her stepsister, to show her that she wouldn’t be bullied anymore.

“Stop being so cruel to the maids,” Hazel said, her voice firm. “They work hard enough without you treating them like dirt.”

Lauren opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say anything, their father walked in.

“What’s going on here?” he asked, his eyes darting between the three of them.

Lauren pointed to Hazel. “She’s interfering with my affairs, Father. I won’t stand for it.”

Their father looked at Hazel, his expression cold. “I’ve had enough of your behavior, Hazel. If you can’t learn to behave yourself, I’ll have no choice but to send you away.”

Hazel felt her heart sink at his words. She knew he was serious, and she didn’t know how to stop it from happening.

But as she looked at her stepsister, smirking in the corner.

Hazel was furious at her father’s threat to send her away. She marched back into the dining room and confronted him, her voice full of anger.

“Why do you want to send me away?” she demanded, her eyes locked on his. “What have I done to deserve this?”

Her father’s face hardened as he looked at her. “You know exactly what you’ve done, Hazel. Your behavior is unacceptable. I won’t tolerate it any longer.”

Hazel felt her blood boil at his words. “That’s not fair,” she shouted. “You’re always picking on me, just because I’m not like you.”

Her father’s hand flew out, slapping her across the face. Hazel staggered backwards, her cheek stinging with pain.

“You’re just like your mother,” he spat, his eyes full of hatred. “Always causing trouble, always making things difficult.”

Hazel felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she heard him insult her mother. She knew her father had never forgiven her mother for leaving him, and it seemed like he was taking his anger out on her.

As she stood there, feeling humiliated and alone, her stepmother walked over to her, pretending to care. But Hazel could see through her false kindness. She pushed her away roughly, her heart full of anger and pain.

“I won’t stand for this,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion. “I won’t let you treat me like this anymore.”

And with that, she turned and stormed out of the room.