Chapter 2
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It was Seven o’clock in the morning on a Saturday when a loud banging came at the door. Nobody should’ve been arriving especially this early. I slowly got out of my bed and walked to my closet to throw on some clothes that weren’t my oversized shirt and cotton shorts, so I could go downstairs to see who was here. It was way too early to be up on a Saturday, my back stung with the pain from my mother playing surgeon.
I sighed and grabbed a pair of skinny jeans, or ‘not so skinny jeans’ as my lovely sister calls them every time, I wear them. I slide out of my cotton shorts and pull on my jeans, and then turn to the other side to find my favorite oversized sweater, you know the one that lives in your closet that has holes in the wrist cuffs from years of wear and tear? Yeah, one of those, I pull off my oversized t-shirt and shrug on the sweater before walking over to the wall length mirror my mother installed to shame me with every time, I walked past it.
I look at myself, bags under my eyes, my hair is a mess and in a now very loose, very messy bun. I sigh and pull my long dark brown hair down and run my fingers through it to smooth it out before tossing it back up. My eyes are a dull amber colored black hole staring back at me. I don’t think they’ve had a sparkle to them since my dad died almost 9 years ago.
I’m not too tall, but not short, I stand about 5’5” last time I was measured for P.E. weigh ins. I also only weigh maybe 180 pounds, but I'm fat, or so I’m always told. Thinking about it, I think I’ll skip breakfast this morning, no need to add more weight to my already chubby figure.
I sigh and decide I’m going to go find out who is at our door. I exit my room and walk to the banister at the top of the stairs when I notice that the banging has stopped and I overhear my mom talking to a man, I can’t make out what they’re saying, they must be in another room on the first floor because the voices are muffled but one sounds deep like a man.
Great, another date she will rub in my face tonight and then send me to my room without dinner so I will lose some more weight. I really didn’t want to go downstairs now, but before I could turn to go back in my room, my evil sister decided to push me down the stairs, and I went tumbling.
“Oh my god, you looked just like a donut rolling down the steps.” She cackles.
Well s**t they must have heard that. I might as well go into the kitchen and eat some toast before I’m not allowed to eat.
As I got closer, I overheard her offering to sell me to him in seven days, on my eighteenth birthday, as repayment for the debt she owes him. I stopped dead in my tracks, so stunned I couldn’t move.
That’s right you read that correctly, she wants to repay her debt with my life. She’s going to sell me to this man. I’ve never had a man in my life as a lover or a friend, I’ve been alone for the last almost nine years.
I hear him laugh, a deep rough throaty laugh. It makes my skin crawl and gets my feet moving as I run up the stairs to lock myself in my room. Once I get the door locked, I slide down the door sitting with my back pressed firmly against it.
I don’t know what I did for my mother to hate me so much, but it was clear that I was the expendable child. She loved my sister unbelievably so to the point where she wouldn’t even dream about selling her. So why me? I always felt like it was because my father loved me more than her, they were estranged when he passed, I still have my suspicions about his passing, but I keep them to myself or else, she locks me in a closet in the basement. I spent weeks down there locked inside when he had died and several more days in the three years that followed. I had never wanted to be with my dad more than when I was locked in that nasty dingy ‘punishment’ closet of hers.
Sadly, I couldn’t talk to anyone about what was happening behind closed doors, or it would get back to her and it would land me in worse punishments. I made that mistake once and landed myself a three week stay in a mental ward that refused to listen to me and told me I was just delusional. I knew I wasn’t but after being told that every single day, you begin to believe it. That was when I gave up.
I was so tired of fighting, at the age of twelve, I lost all my fight and lived my life on autopilot until those words stunned me.
I am only a week away from being eighteen. I can’t let her sell me to that man, whoever he is, I need to find a way to get out of this. I need to grow a backbone and fight for my life like I never have before and like I cherish it.
Today proves to me that I am just a pawn to her, and I do not want to be on her chess board, the wicked queen will not use me anymore.
I get up and start pacing trying to think of what I can do. I can’t run away when the school day ends on Monday, my b***h of a sister will tell her and then it will be a literal man hunt and I will be the prey. With those two, now three as predators, I can’t risk that. I will have to do this when no one expects it.
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