Episode 2
1493 Words
Diane's Pov
“She's in here!” A commotion could be heard from outside as I groaned, the bright lights entering into my eyes. I covered them, getting up from the bed and letting the bed covers fall to my waist.
“Open this door right now!” I heard more voices and hands banging on the doors. I covered my ears. Why was someone banging on my room door so early in the morning?
“You slutty b***h! Open up this door! Now!” More voices came and the yelling and banging on the door snapped me fully awake. My heart raced as I glanced around, realising something was off. This wasn't my room.
The bed was massive, much bigger than mine at home with white sheets. There was a minibar tucked neatly into a corner, a large flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, and a faint smell of cleaning products lingered in the air.
I froze. I wasn’t in my house. I wasn’t even in my room.
I was in a hotel room. I rushed down from the bed immediately, panic overtaking me. What was I doing in a hotel room? Why was I here?
I stumbled backwards, my eyes glancing around frantically. Then my back touched something cold and I turned around instantly, it was a mirror. My eyes widened shakily, “No. No. No. No.” I stared at my reflection in the mirror in horror, seeing the hickeys and the love bites all over my neck and shoulders.
Everything came rushing back all of a sudden. The drugging, how I was forced to enter another room and have s*x with a man.
I fell to the ground in humiliation, my body shaking, breathing ragged. A wave of nausea washed over me and I gripped the edge of the bed to steady myself. The banging on the door continued but thankfully, their voices started to fade. They weren't at my door, however, there was no way I couldn't recognise some of the voices even during the short time I heard them. One was my aunt, another was a few members of my family.
They had come to see me humiliated.
I grabbed my clothes and put them on, going towards the window to see when they left. Afterwards, I left as well, not wanting to stay anywhere near the hotel.
The moment I walked through the door of the house, I was greeted with silence. The house, usually buzzing with activity, felt eerily still.
My parents were in the living room, seated like they had been waiting for me. My mother’s lips curled into a disapproving frown as her sharp gaze landed on me. My father didn’t even look up from the newspaper he was reading.
“Where have you been, Diane?” My mother’s voice was icy, devoid of concern.
“Where have I been?” I snapped, my voice trembling with anger, “What is wrong with you? You drugged me and left me to rot in that place!”
My father finally looked up, his face calm but his eyes cold, “Mind your tone, young lady. Do you know how much effort it took to clean up your mess last night?”
“My mess?” I repeated, incredulous, “I didn't do this to myself, you did it to me! What did I do to deserve this?!”
“Like I said last night, Diane, you have outlived your usefulness.” My mother started.
“It’s simple.” My father said, folding the newspaper and placing it on the table, “Diana is the star of this family now. She’s the one marrying the richest man in the city. You? You’re just a shadow. It’s time you understood your place.”
My knees felt weak, even though I had heard this yesterday, I wanted to believe that it was all just a bad dream, “So this was all about Diana?”
“Of course.” My mother sneered, “You were nothing more than a placeholder, Diane. Now your time is up.”
Before I could respond, two burly guards appeared from behind me, grabbing my arms roughly.
“What are you doing?” I shouted, struggling against their grip.
“Taking you to where you belong.” My father said coldly, not even sparing me another glance.
The room they threw me in was dark, damp and empty. I couldn't even scream, I couldn't cry, I was numb. Hours passed, or maybe days, I really could not tell. The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, and I looked up to see Diana standing outside my cell.
She was dressed impeccably, her hair and makeup perfect, as always. The guards hesitated, but she glared at them, her voice sharp, “Let me in. Now.”
They exchanged nervous glances but obeyed, unlocking the door and stepping aside. Diana walked in, her heels clicking against the stone floor.
She looked down at me with a smirk, her eyes glinting with malice, “Oh, dear sister. How the mighty have fallen.”
“What do you want, Diana?” I asked, my voice hoarse, not even wanting to speak at all.
“That's no way to speak to your sister, Diane. I just wanted to see your face one last time before my wedding.” She said sweetly, her tone dripping with mockery, “You see, I can’t have someone like you, someone so pathetic, sharing my face so I have to get rid of you.”
“What? Get rid of me? Diana, what are you talking about? What do you mean by ‘get rid of me’?”
It didn't take long for my questions to be answered as a bunch of men walked into the room, each of them holding me by the arm. I immediately realised what she meant.
“Diana, don’t do this.” I said, my voice trembling.
She laughed, cold and cruel, “Oh, Diane. You’ve always been the weak one, always getting in my way. But now, you’re just at a loose end. Take her to the car.”
The guards grabbed me roughly by the arms and dragged me out of the dark room. I struggled against their grip, but it was futile. Diana followed behind, her heels clicking against the stone floor, her expression smug and satisfied.
"You're making a mistake, Diana!" I shouted, twisting in their hold, "This isn't going to end well for you!"
"Spare me the theatrics." She said, rolling her eyes, "You’re just upset because your time is up. Face it, Diane. You were always the spare."
The guards shoved me into the back seat of a black SUV. Diana climbed in beside me, crossing her legs elegantly as if this were just another day. Her calm demeanor sent chills down my spine.
"Where are you taking me?" I demanded, my voice shaking.
Diana didn’t answer. Instead, she glanced out the window, her fingers tapping against her knee as if she were bored while my panic was growing bigger every second.
The car drove for what felt like hours and then the faint sound of waves crashing against the rocks filled the air as the vehicle came to a halt near a cliff that overlooked the ocean.
The guards pulled me out of the car, dragging me toward the edge of the cliff. The salty breeze stung my face as I looked down at the churning water below.
"Diana, please." I begged, my voice cracking, "You don’t have to do this. We’re sisters.”
"Sisters?" She sneered, stepping closer, "Don’t make me laugh, Diane. You’ve been nothing but a burden to me, to our family. This world would be better off without you. Let her go."
The guards let go of me, and Diana stepped forward, her manicured hand shoving me hard. I stumbled, my feet slipping on the loose gravel.
"No!" I screamed, my arms flailing as I tried to regain my balance.
"Goodbye, Diane.” Diana said, her voice cold and final, a smirk on her lips.
The force of her push sent me tumbling backward. My body hit the edge, and I felt the sharp, stinging pain of rocks cutting into my skin before I plunged into the icy ocean below.
The water swallowed me whole, the current pulling me under. I fought against it, gasping for air whenever I managed to break the surface.
"Diana!" I screamed, my voice hoarse and desperate, “If I ever survive this, I promise I'll take my revenge! I'll make sure you regret doing this to me!”
My strength was fading, the cold water sapping it away from me, relentlessly dragging me deeper into its abyss. I fought until I couldn't fight anymore, my body growing heavier as the waves pulled me under.
If I lived… If I really lived after this, I would pay them back in blood.
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