REBIRTH OF MAJESTIQUE'S EMPRESS

༄CHARLEEN ༄ I stood at the corner as always, gazing helplessly at what took place, watching as my sister was glorified yet again. My heart was heavy with pains, my mind in frustration at their unfairness. Currently, we were at a birthday party celebrated by one of my fathers business partner and as always, the one worth the sight, the one who always got everyone gawking was my sister.. Hilda. " You see why I'm so proud to have you.. You're the best thing that ever happened to me Hilda... I'm so proud of you..." That was my mom's voice, praising her adopted daughter for being the best yet, again... Even when, everything she's praised for, came from me. And me? The unfilial daughter they wished they hadn't birth. I was always the overlooked one and Hilda... The one who always got all their love and attention. It was so unlike the fashion but Hilda was scheming and she managed to fool everyone with her facade, everyone but me. I've done everything I could to please them, to make them see me.. To make them notice me but it seems the more I try.. The worse I become in their eyes,the more they hate me. "Oh mum please .. I did nothing.. It was just an act of kindness" Hilda flashed her usual pretentious smile that got them falling. Yeah, a very nice act of kindness, by stealing my glory . I almost scoffed. " Hilda.. For this... I'm getting you the latest model Range Rover you've always wanted, you're a favour to me.. " Dad said all smiles causing Hilda to gasp. "Dad.. For real.. Oh em Gee.. Thank you so much.. Oh my.. I feel so special" Hilda purred with her cat-like eyes stealing a mocking glance at me and I felt my fingers grip the small purse I held tightly, my heart squeezing up in disbelief , my stomach knotting, and my eyes burn with hurt and inferiority. He was getting her a car, yet the only thing I asked.. A century old jade anklet we saw at an auction , the amount was more than I could afford but way less than a Range Rover and yet he didn't get me that but now... He was getting her a Range Rover, the latest model at that. I couldn't even speak, I could just stare at them, pains forming cells in my heart.. Besides, Why was Hilda getting the praises when I had carried out the duty. I found it and yet.... Favour was passed unto her sister. Everyone was all over her because she found the diamond ring the CEO of Founders Society lost, it was worth millions, and when she did, it made the investors offer a contract to my father . She didn't really find it.. I did. She snatched the ring from me... I was coming back to the party hall with it, but she was a cunny wench and she acted like she sustained an injury. I had pitifully squatted to check out her wound, dropping the ring on the floor and the b***h pushed me away, grabbing the ring, she ran back claiming she found it. I was shocked and couldn't even react because if I did.. It would seem like I, the wicked sis as everyone saw me , wanted to steal her glory.. So I could only watch them praise her. I was their daughter as well, Infact the real daughter and yet.. I was treated the opposite, like a mistake in their lives.. Like?—Nah I was a mistake ... Mum told me to my face that she regretted giving birth to me, that she regretted going under the knife to get me out of her.. That I was the worse misfortune ever. Best thing to say to your own child... Isn't it ? I've heard that alot, it has become a song to me now. " You're truly a miracle.. I bless the day I found you lying outside the orphanage home.. Else what would we have become without you.. You're really the best.. Unlike a certain ingrate who wouldn't celebrate with us because she's jealous" Mum said, her gaze now focused on me. Jealous.. Nah.. That wasn't what I felt and was feeling. I wasn't jealous.. I was pained.. I was angry at how they treated me without consideration and Hilda like a gem. I wasn't against them caring for Hilda.. I was just hoping at least they would spare me some of the love they gave to her. But as always, I bit my lip, my throat aching painfully as I swallowed all my complains, I forced the words out of my throat. "Congratulations" I said through gritted teeth. Hilda innocently took a strand of her hair behind her ear and she flashed a cunningly innocent smile at me. " C'mon.. You don't have to do that.. Don't worry.. You'll be lucky someday" She smirked and I could already read right through it. She was mocking me. For real.. She was. I turned around immediately walking out of the party.. I was heading home.. I was so sick and tired of this... Of all the bad-mouthing, of them making me always feel less of myself.. I was a person too, I was their daughter.. . I was their first.. I deserved to be loved as well.. I deserved their love.. They were my damn parents. Tears welled up at the corners of my eyes and I swallowed hard to control it, my throat hurting. I had already gotten to the last stair, almost tripping from the length of my long sapphire blue gown which had a slit at the side, when her voice ran out behind me. My Mums voice. "And where do you think you're going.. Finally conceding to your jealous will.." I clutched my purse tighter, my throat tightening with unshed tears and unspoken words, my breathing turning heavy as pains circulated through my veins, it made my body ache.. It made my head full and it made tears want to pour out of my eyes. I was on the verge of an outburst, both with tears and words. So I kept walking. " Charleen stop right there.. I'm talking to you" I felt a harsh pull on my shoulder as she turned me around to face her and at that moment I couldn't hold it back anymore, I couldn't bottle it all in.. Flinging her hand off my shoulder, I slammed my purse to the ground with a ferocious yell. "WHAT! What do you want from me?"I shouted, voice echoing. "What do you want me to do? Is it not enough that I don’t complain? Is it not enough that I swallow it all? I obey you... I listen, I bow, I do everything you ask. I endure you praising her while I rot in the corner. I am your daughter too. You had me first...why do you hate me so? Why must everything she says be truth and what I say be a lie? Why is my life worth so little to you?" Tears poured down my face like a river was finally released. My chest heaved, every word a jagged piece of me spilling into the air. For a breath, the environment fell quiet. Then, with a sound that cut clean through the hush, something sharp struck my cheek. The sting was instant, hot, and the world blurred as my face swung from pain to shock. Mum had slapped me.