The darkest hour

Epilogue Aliza The winter air blew cold I was bundled in a blanket while waiting for my father with my “sister” an arrogant brat who is 16 I’m 19 my piece of s**t father had adopted his sisters daughter when she was thrown in jail for drug abuse. Heroine what an awful drug I’m not allowed to call my new sister cousin only sister The storm got worse and it’s close to Christmas being only december 16th. I have an old scarf, gloves and hat that could be more useful as rags then a piece of clothing meant for warmth, my jacket has holes and my shirt and jeans are bleached with small holes my sneakers are old but still wearable. I look back at my sister I hate calling her that who as the newest clothes and looks amazing her name is Elizabeth dad always favored my sister I was not so lucky I had my moms pale white skin and black wavy hair I have my dads emerald green eyes while Elizabeth inherited a blueish grey eyes and red hair my dads sister was his half sister same mom different fathers. Elizabeth was 5’6 and chubby she got more food then me she was at least size 34D in the chest with wide hips she dressed to promiscuous for a girl her age I’m surprised she isn’t a teen mom while I dress conservative I’m thin not starving thin but definitely not thick I have a good Size 24C in my chest when I wore a push-up bra other then that I think I’m a B as we wait I look outside the window of our old 1960s Chevrolet truck. The blue paint starting to chip I’m surprised the damn thing still runs I mean it’s twenty twenty four for f**k sakes?! It should be dead but my father still kept the piece of s**t running the snow was starting to pile up the old warehouse was creepy deep in the forest the bare trees making the warehouse seem like a scene from a horror movie i here wolves in the distance must be dinner time I thought my mind wondering towards a poor deer or rabbit becoming dinner. i couldn’t tell the time because of the weather but I think it was noon i didn’t, want to look on my phone I was trying to preserve my twenty five percent and it’s not like I can use my phone no cell service all I want to do is go to the public library and read werewolf stories but no I have to be here in the middle of nowhere in a piece of s**t car waiting freezing my butt off waiting for my father to finish his business deal with a man for more money to probably feed his gambling addiction. The man he was meeting was clearly wealthy he drove a red Rolls-Royce Spectre Coupe so the man had money I don’t know what he looks like he gets here before dad does and leaves after we do I don’t even know his name, Elizabeth groans her voice annoying as hell and snotty “ugh! Is dad almost finished I’m hungry and I don’t want to be with seen stuck in a car with you Aliza” Elizabeth said with a snarky attitude. “Elizabeth I don’t want to hear your sass I’m hungry to but dad said it will only be an hour it’s been 10 minutes so suck it up” I say tired of her attitude. An hour passed and dad stumbles out of the warehouse bloody and limping i immediately fear for the worst he has a broken nose black eye and a busted lip his limp indicated that he might have a broken ankle or a sprained ankle he looks at me with so much hate and he gets into the Chevrolet with a small amount of cash and i know the deal went south. s**t I thought As we continue to drive home, Dad only gets even more furious starts to glee with joy, Hoping that with dad pissed and with the money in his pocket that she might get something new something that will obviously torment me she always loves to torment me about her. Dad always gave her new things while I always suffered with the scraps that she didn’t want clothes that never fit her or too old for her. Dad was cussing the whole way telling me I was going to pay for his debt the man apparently almost killed him and if I don’t look presentable enough and convince him to, give dad more time our family will die. Elizabeth was not happy with this she was freaking out but I was pissed off that my father would sell me out his own flesh and blood his daughter but apparently Elizabeth and money for his gambling was more important then me. So when dad had wanted to buy me new clothes to convince this man to give him more time I was not happy about it because I feel, like a woman of the night getting pimped out to save a man who is worthless and pathetic who cares about a brat that’s not his own flesh and blood. I sat in the changing waiting for the lady to bring me new clothes to try on the dresses weren’t my style, they were to revealing to slutty but I had a feeling if I didn’t do this my food would get cut in half and I would get more beatings so I decided to obey. I can’t wait for my hell to start.