Sweet Sin beneath your holy vows

Reed Estate - Seraphina's Room] The shattering sound of a mirror came first, then kicking, then throwing, and pounding, all behind the closed door of the room. The second shattering sound cracked, and the third followed immediately. The door shook badly, looking like it's gonna peel off it's hinges despite being a perfect chunk of glass. The poundings continued, filling the house with destructive echoes till the door finally burst open loudly. Three females burst out with it, but in different positions. Two of them are on top of the third one, but there's a similarity though; they're all bleeding on the face. The mean-looking two didn't stop punching the one at the bottom, but the one on the bottom isn't idle too. Seraphina. She knows she can't beat her two sisters at the same time, so she targeted Dora—her younger sister. All of Seraphina's major punches smashed Dora's jaws, but as she punched, her older sister Kimmy was retaliating, blowing her face too. Two against one. It has always been like that. No one likes Seraphina in this house—not even the gardener or the landscaper, not the maids. In the middle of the chaos, there's a wedding dress lying by their feet, and there are drops of Seraphina's blood on it—blood from her nose. Inside her room, there's a mess of shattered mirror on the ground, vanity table is flipped upside down, and the chair is broken. Black ink covered the bedspread, and the bedside lamp is shattered too. It looks like a war happened in there, thanks to her sisters. "Now that you're getting married, you think you're that girl?? Huh?" Kimmy barked. Her messily-curled updo rounded her cruel face as she slammed another heavy blow to Seraphina's mouth. "You ain't s**t, b***h! You ain't s**t!" "Oh she thinks she's desirable! Dean only wants you cos you're pitiful, motherfucker!" Dora spat, spitting out bloody saliva before she punched Seraphina's face too. Seraphina retaliated, slamming her fist into Dora's nose. "Fûck!!" Dora shrieked, blood trickling out of her nostril. "You lowly fûck!" Kimmy shot, sending a stinging slap to Seraphina's face. Her nails tore Seraphina's cheek, and Seraphina's big-rimmed glasses flew off her eyes finally. Her face is bruised than Kimmy and Dora's. Lips bleeding, nose bleeding, cheeks bleeding, even the neck and chin is bleeding. A huge mess. But she wasn't gonna let it slide. She spranged up, unfolded her fist and sent it to Kimmy's face. Smack. The slap was louder than the one Kimmy gave her. Kimmy's updo came loose. "What the—" "Look i know y'all hate me, and I've been dealing with it for donkey fuckin years!" Seraphina yelled, pointing fingers at the two. Without her glasses, her eyes are a little blurry, but at least she can still make out their faces. She picked up the wedding dress. "You can't just enter my room on my wedding eve and start messing up my wedding dress and expect me to stay still and....and watch.... like.... like..." She entered stammer mode like she does anytime she talks too much, and the sisters burst into laughter. "Yes?" Dora grinned at her face. "C'mon continue! Go on, stammerer! Go the fûck on!" "She's hard to look at," Kimmy sighed. "You don't expect me to stay still and watch like a spineless fool!!!" Seraphina said after inhaling calmly. "That's exactly what you should have done, cursed child." A crueller voice came from the flight of stairs. The heads of the three sisters turned in sync to see their parents emerging. Genevieve and Marley. They went for a party since noon, and their mood looks like they're just returning from the function. Just like the mean sisters, they have no pinch of kindness on their faces. Their demeanor is painted deep with callousness and harshness. Genevieve's readily hot palm flew to Seraphina's face, hitting hard. Kimmy smiled creepily, folding her arms across her chest. Dora rested on the wall, smirking. She's madly in love with the delicious scene unfolding. Seraphina staggered, gritting as Genevieve looked down at her. "I repeat," she muttered, darkly. "That's exactly what you should have done. You should have stayed, watch them and let them do whatever the fûck they wanted with your wedding dress! You're only getting married because we need Dean for the investment! Finally, you have a use for the family rather than crocheting your ugly jokes. Them ruining your wedding dress is probably their way of congratulating you so you had no right to resist, talk more of picking a fight with them!" Genevieve barked, her chignon pins dancing. "My crotchets aren't ugly, and they aren't a joke," Seraphina said, boldly looking at Genevieve. And she instantly received another stinging slap on her face. This time, it was from her father. Marley's face squeezed in disgust after the slap. It's as though he's spooked by her existence alone. Seraphina was still suffering from the sting of the slap when Marley yanked her by her hair and began dragging her downstairs roughly. "Daddy?" Seraphina gasped, foot slipping dangerously over the polished marble. "Daddy! Dad—" She has already been thrown out of the house before she could finish. She landed outside on her knees in the pouring rain at exactly 7pm. Looking up, she saw all of them standing by the door, staring disgustedly at her. Marley at the front, Genevieve beside him, Dora and Kimmy behind. "No...." Seraphina shook her head, realizing she's still with the wedding dress. She clutched it, her body gumming wet with the downpour. "Have fun spending your wedding eve in the rain." Marley muttered. "You're gonna start living with Dean from tommorow anyways, there's no point spending the night inside this house tonight." Genevieve said, stroking her luxury earring. "Goodnight, Frump." Dora and Kimmy waved together. "You have the blood injection ready?' Kimmy asked silently. "Trust me," Dora replied, and the door was instantly thrown shut. Seraphina stood, shutting her eyes and opening them to see if her sight would get better. Not like it works, but she likes to try. The rain threads look like a complete blur of waterfall, but she can still see. She held the dress with an hand, and with the other hand, she got a cigar box from the pocket of her maxi skirt and picked one, but unfortunately, there's no lighter to fire it up. Frustratingly, she threw down the cigar and stepped on it till it became a wet mash, then she turned around, staring at the castle-like mansion. This mansion is tucked in the middle of a private estate with private road and iron gates. It ain't white marble or warm stone like the homes of ordinary wealthy men, but grey. Entirely grey. The towering structure rose excessively with tall windows of tinted glass. A sea of roses surrounded the mansion—thousands of deep red blooms lined the pathways, climbing wrought-iron arches and curling around the edges of the black stone fountains and circular driveway. It looked less like a home and more like a warning. In the heavy rain, ungentle breeze, and dark night, Seraphina stood like a refugee, squeezing her wedding dress in her palms. Eventually, she pulled out her phone and dialled Dean's line, Saved as 'Babe' Three rings, he didn't pick. She tried the fourth time. He still didn't pick. He must be busy with his bachelor's eve, meanwhile, she can't even have a bridal shower for herself. She looked at the cars at the large glass garage. The garage is electronically locked too, so she won't be able to take her little Lexus. Resolutely, she dialled her only friend, and she picked in a ring. "Hey, girl!" Allison's rich voice kissed her phone speakers. "Lis, can you come get me at the estate? I'm outside, in the rain." "Wait...wait, what! Your family locked you out?" Allison's voice rose. "Damn, I know those fuckers are hella mean, but s**t, they ain't doing this to you on your wedding eve!" "Lis, can you please...not ask questions?" Seraphina inhaled. "Be there in a breath!" Allison responded and hung up. She trekked to the estate gate with the next five minutes, and that was when she remembered she can't go out of her own freewill. Everyone has the gate keycard, but she doesn't have it since they think she doesn't deserve it anyways. So she had always waited for when her parents or sisters were going out so she'd sneak out after them. It's impossible to go out tonight since no one is going out right now. She made to redial Allison, but that was when a Bugatti screeched to a rough stop in front of the gate. Allison jumped out in her bright green suit, gasping when she saw how drenched Seraphina is. "Phina!" She rushed to the gate, trying to pull it open. "It won't open! You know I don't have a card!" Seraphina said from the inside. "I was so disoriented I didn't remember that fact before calling!" "So what?" Allison scoffed. "Wait, where the hell is your glasses? And is that your wedding dress you're holding? s**t, they locked you out, so they should let you out of the estate and come with me to my place! At least, I can throw you a damn bridal shower. Just the two of us!" She was already walking to the gate cubicle as she spoke. That cubicle building is where the gatekeeper stays most time. She barged the door open, and the thick man stepped out with hard lines of frown on his face. "Open the goddamn gate! She's coming with me!" She demanded. "I have no order from Boss Marley or Boss Genevieve to open the gate, and I have no order from Miss Dora or Miss Kimmy. I know my bosses, and you ain't part." The man said rudely. "Phina answers Redd too! Seraphina Redd! The f**k do y'all do this s**t all the time? Refusing to acknowledge her as a member of the family!" Allison yelled, rain beating her. "I only take orders from my bosses, Miss Allison. And you're not part." The man repeated. "I'm about to fûck you up real bad, stinky breath!" Allison grabbed him by the collar. "Allison! Allison, stop!" Seraphina shouted. "Miss Allison," the gatekeeper grunted arrogantly. "You're the most patronized event planner in this city right now, and you're also the surest networking queen, so don't do this, cos if you lay hands on me, I only have to report to my bosses, and your life and your jobs, would be ruined." "b***h, you talking s**t!" Allison spat, raising her hand on him. "No! Allison! Allison listen to me and go back home! I'll be fine, really!" Seraphina shouted. Allison looked back. "Ain't leaving you here in the damn rain!" "I called you, you came, and now I'm saying I don't need you to intervene anymore! Go back, I'll be fine! Just throw me a lighter!" Seraphina glared, nodding. Reluctantly, Allison dropped her hand and let go of the gatekeeper. She went back to her car, got a lighter and threw it into the gate metal hole. Seraphina caught it. "Girl, you better stay alive till tommorow morning," Allison said seriously, worried. "The rain is about to stop, Allison. Don't panic, I've experienced more." Seraphina replied. Allison got back in her car, and as she drove off, Seraphina stretched her middle finger at the gatekeeper. "Yeah go fûck yourself!" She cussed, backing the gate. --