IN YOUR ARMS.

In a field full of colorful flowers, under the beautiful night sky with bright stars, sat a young beautiful girl in a short flat gown that is light blue, complimenting her pale skin and long slender legs that match her silky twilight hair. She stood there motionless while staring at the night sky with her brown hazel eyes. Feeling the silence of the night, she couldn't help but feel the warm tears rolling down her cheeks reminding her of the emptiness in her heart. "Indeed, nature is beautiful" commented Mrs. William her favorite maid. Looking at the girl in front of her, she couldn't keep calm but prayed for her happiness and safety. "And in it, I find solace" replied Amalia Brown as tears continues to flow endlessly down her red cheeks that were slapped by her stepmother, Lizzy. "When will this end?" asked Amalia Brown, not able to hold it anymore. "Soon enough little Miss, very soon" reply Mrs. William while approaching her. " why me? among all the children on earth, why me? why can"t I be loved like other kids? why can't I be loved? why am I being treated like an outcast in my own home? why did I have to lose my mother? why do I have to feel the emptiness of this world? why can't I be happy like others?" cried Amalia Brown, not having the answer to any of her questions, breaking down, Amalia was comforted by Mrs. William. Since her mother passed away when she was eight years old, Mrs. William has always been there for her. She's like a mother to her and she loves and cares for her all the time. Mrs. Willliams hugged her so tight, letting her feel the warmth and security she longed for. she cried, feeling the pain the little miss is going through. cries were heard in the silence of the night, and delicate voices feel with helplessness and pain, seeking help, comfort, and freedom from the people she calls her family. All Amalia wishes for is to go far away from her family, to live a normal life, and find love if she's destined for one. lying on her bed, she prayed sleep should consume her but to her dismay, her eyes were clear as ever without a sign of drowsiness. at about 4:am in the morning, she woke up and started doing her morning chores. preparing breakfast for everyone, it was exactly 8:am in the morning when she was done, serving it at the table and everyone came down for breakfast. Taking a sit on their various seats, tasting the meal, her stepmother Lizzy called her all of a sudden with hatred and rage-filled in her voice. running from the backyard to the dining, Amalia was filled with fright and was shivering in fear. " What is this rubbish you prepared in the name of breakfast?" said stepmother Lizzy approaching her, pulling her ears, she dragged her towards the dining table and press her face on her plate of food asking her to taste what she prepared. " you lazy b***h, you think it's easy for you to live in this house without doing anything right?" asked stepmother Lizzy, you will work your a*s out for everything that had and will still be spent in you by that dad of yours," she said this while throwing Amalia to the floor. Slowly getting up from the floor, Amalia went and starts cleaning the table before cleaning the floor. Her stepsister Dellia smiled wickedly at her while sizing her up and down. Stepmother Lizzy left the dining and in her absence, Dellia couldn't spare a second to deal with Amalia all by herself. Looking at Amalia, Dellia smirked viciously at her and started approaching her step by step. Squirting down to her level, Dellia picked up some food on the floor and rub it on her face, and dressed. Realizing what her stepsister was doing, Amalia tried to wipe it off her face but all of a sudden, Dellia screamed and starts crying. Attempting to assist her, Dellia pushes her away and screams louder. In less than a minute, her stepmother Lizzy enters the dining and sees her daughter crying. Without inquiring, she starts beating up Amalia mercilessly till she could no longer feel her body. She went on trying to console her crying daughter and Amalia could only continue cleaning the floor while sobbing silently. Immediately as she was done cleaning, she instantly left to continue her work. On reaching the backyard, Amalia burst into tears and falls to the ground not understanding what was going on and where she has gone wrong. All her life, she's tried to please her stepmother Lizzy in every possible way she could think of but in her every attempt, it seems like she's getting her angrier than she was. Ever since she was eight years old when her stepmother Lizzy came into their life with little Dellia, things have never been the same. By then, little sister Dellia was just six years old. she was cute and fun to be with, friendly and nice. But all of a sudden, she change and was no longer talking to her like before and will use any opportunity to make her mother treat her like trash and beats her up every time. Her stepmother Lizzy always pretends to love and care for her when her dad is at home but in his absence, she will do the exact contrary of everything which got her confused. What she doesn't understand is why she gets to do all the house chores alone without any help from the workers. Whenever they try to help her, they always get punished by stepmother Lizzy and the only thing they could do was to watch her from a distance, with looks of apology and pity. They have machines that can be used to do laundry but here she is, doing it with her hands. Even when she gets a fever from working so much, she seems not to care. With all that she was going through, Amalia couldn't bear it and cried harder, letting it all out of her system.