Threat
1029 Words
SECOND YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL
WINONA'S POV
Age 17
I made sure to take Blair home before leaving to go home. I couldn't trust Layla not to do something bad to my best friend.
Although, I wouldn't exactly call it my home because it didn't feel like it. The last time I felt at home was at my old house with my mom but ever since, I just lived in an empty house, void of any form of emotion. I guess Drake and my house was sort of similar.
My stepmother was the exact definition of The devil's advocate and Layla was like her little messenger whom she sent to execute all her evil deeds.
My father, the man my mother swore with her life would love me if he ever laid eyes on me, The man she said would treat me like a princess and give me the home I deserved was nowhere to be found, it was as if he disappeared into thin air.
Of course he gave me a house, but not a home and I was not treated like a princess, i was a maid to the princess and the queen.
The first time i set eyes on my father, I was 10 years old, and that was when he had come to pick me up from our old house. Who knew that would be the last time.
According to what i had heard, my father was the exact definition of a busy man. One who owned businesses in at least seven different countries.
He was never home, he never spoke to me instead he preferred asking of my well-being from his other woman and of course she told him all the lies she already cooked in her head.
Whenever she said he was coming home, I knew she didn't mean he was coming to see me. He was just going to be at a fancy hotel while she took her little devil to go see him.
Wasn't he bothered? Wasn't he curious at all to see the teenager had grown into? Wasn't he curious to see how I performed in school? Didn't he want to know what I looked like, maybe if I looked more like him or my mother?
Maybe he believed all the lies that evil woman told him because what other reason would make a man not want to set eyes on his own child?
Well, ever since I was a child, I never cared much for him, because i was a hundred percent sure that my mother abandoned me because of him.
My mother; I didn't like to think about her much because whenever I did, all that came to mind were all of her failed promises.
As I reached the place i called home, i snapped out of my thoughts. At least I still had them to keep me company.
Without hesitating for a bit I hastened my footsteps until i reached the sitting room, and then took a turn towards the staircase.
"Lovely how you think you can get away with everything you did today".
Did i really have to face this woman today? Right now?
I fixed a fake smile on my face and turned around to face my step-mother "And... it's lovely that after seven years, you still have the same venom in your voice when you speak to me".
I put up a brave face and a nonchalant attitude. One thing I realized while growing up with these people was that they fed off of my fear, they liked it when I was afraid of them and they used that opportunity to treat me like trash.
And even though they still did, I was happy that I was able to fight for myself and not shy away from them like a coward.
She stood up from the couch, and cleared her throat.
Ouuuu, she was about to drop a bomb on me.
"I heard you made a new friend" She paused. "A boy. Want to tell me about him"?
"Why should I tell you about my day? You were never interested, so why now"? I questioned her but this time, i did it with a flat tone. The audacity of this woman to try and sway me.
"You will not speak to him again".
She commanded.
Good that she noticed i wasn't in the mood to chit chat with her.
I was so sure that she was following Layla's command else why would she be worried that i was speaking to a 17 year old just like myself.
"I will speak to him and you wont't do anything about it". I fired back confidently.
"Lovebug" She called out "Get me the diary"
She paused for a while, and then a smile appeared on her face as she saw the fear grow in my features."Also bring me the letters, darling".
They couldn't be speaking about my mother's diary right? There was no way they got their hands on her diary.
Her daughter appeared from behind her with my mother's old diary. "Ta-daaa, here's her diary, and the letters you asked me to bring".
Why!!! Why were they doing this to me? I promised myself that I was never going to let them see me cry, but this was too much.
They invaded my privacy by searching my things, and now they were going to make me do something I didn't want to.
"This diary is the last thing you have of your mother, and these letter? Your mother left them before she abandoned you".
My mother left me letters? Why didn't i know about this.
"For 7 years.." My voice cracked. "For 7 years, you kept my mother's letters away from me. Why are you so cruel? Wh..?
"And I will burn them". She screamed at me wildly at first, and then she continued calmly "I will burn them if you refuse to stay away from that boy. Do you understand"?
I stayed silent.I just wanted to murder them for everything they've put me through.
"Understood"? Layla asked this time like she was trying to prove a point.
"Understood". I replied calmly.
Only for a while.
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