Born to be possessed

"You nasty b***h come here look what you have done." I heard an infuriated voice from my stepsister Stephanie. Oh my God forgive me for what I have done to her now, l remember I have done all that stuff that she wants me to do what she wants from me now. Stephanie my eldest stepsister, is rich, she is tall, with blonde hair, her aura is unmatched her face is just perfect, with perky lips, stretched cheeks with high cheekbones, blue eyes, and a sharp pointed nose. "Get up from your deathbed you absurd, come downstairs, move your rusty feet, hurry!" Something bad is going to happen. Why I'm saying that everything in my life is bad "my life sucks" Conforming to her voice she'll kill me. There is no other way to run I had to deal with their brutality she will beat me tough, this is turning arduous, and I have to bear the pain that she convened for me downstairs. Before she yell third time I have to rush downstairs. I run with all the strength that I have left. After turning out early in the morning and preparing breakfast for them, then sweeping the whole mansion polishing their dirty shoes washing and sewing their dirty clothes. I'm tired enough. I come down with my whole energy which have left in me. Not only that, but I took my heels on my head, so I could escape an inch from their rage. "What happen Stephanie is everything alright," I said in a repose and confectionery voice I know this is all going to be of no use, but I have to be in low tune before her. "Oh! my there you are after a long wait. You bitchy slut, look what you have done to my button you didn't sew it right." Her lips were curling into a mischievous smirk. "What it's just a button I can fix it. It'll take just a second. Let me do it in a second." I said in a low voice. I don't want to make her angrier. I forced a smile but her intentions were clear on her face. "No you will be going to regret it. Come here little bitchy." she grunted. Hey, what she wants from me I don't even do anything. She came near me and grabbed my hair harshly in her hands. I screamed in pain, and she appreciated it then she tightened her clasp on my hair and yank them with better pressure than she threw me on the floor. And run in my direction I'm too weak to run away or to stand in my defense I can't even say something to her, she pulled my hair again and slapped me on both of my cheeks. Tears are running down my cheeks. Why is she doing to me what she'll get after that God where are you please save me. Can't you hear my cry why don't you ever hear my prayer? She was slapping me and pulling my hair out of my scalp. "Stephanie? Stop it." My stepmother's voice came over her ears and she stopped right in her tracks. "But mom she ruined my dress what am I going to wear now?" "My baby there are many other clothes in your closet you can wear something else doll you're so beautiful don't waste your time on that silly girl just come with me." What after all that she is saying that I'm silly. So what's new I have to deal with all of that every day. By the way, my name is Hannah, and they are my stepmother Miranda, and her two daughters Stephanie and Rachel. I've been living with them since my father died. I'm the only child of my birth parents my mother died when I was only 9 years old she died from cancer. And my father married a woman Miranda. They started living with us after some months my father also died. Nobody knows how he died. He had his last tea and after that he found laying on the floor of his room. After that Miranda shows her real face she starts beating me she starts bullying me physically and mentally. She made me a servant and a fragile doll that she can beat in the way she wants. But besides all that I have a strong belief in my God. Everyone had their own mission to complete. Everyone is born to do something. Something special for themselves. God is good in all the ways all the time. I have a belief in myself that God has planned something very special for me. And I have to live and wait for it. In these kinds of situation sometimes I want to take my life and set myself free from this cruel fate. But I can't do this. Taking your life into your own hands is too tough. I have to live and see where my fate will take me next. I'm sitting on the floor where the cruel Stephanie slapped me. "Hey, poor Hannah take those clothes and press them. Press them in just the right way don't let anything happen to our clothes." Rachel said in a growl. "I'll take care of them don't you have to worry." "OK then so be on it. It'll be done as fast as you can." She left saying that in a thunder. I have to believe in God. In these years every time something like that happens. I talk to God and hope to believe that someday everything will change. I rush to iron stand and press all their clothes safely and accurately. After all that I have to do my business and rush to my college I'm always late in class, but what can I do I have no other choice. I put my dress on. All my dresses are old. I have just a few dresses to wear but thanks to God I have such a beautiful face that nobody has interest in seeing what I'm wearing they were stuck with my looks. After all these miseries I have the opportunity to go to college, but my stepmother never pays for my college she told me that if I want to go to college I have to earn money on my own, so I do a part-time job in the café near my college, it is easy for me to go to the café after my college. She doesn't know that I'm studying on a scholarship. It is not my fault that she is unaware that it is she don't want to know. I want some space I don't want them to torture me a whole day, so I thought it would be better to do part time job to have some space from them. My stepmother says that if I want to go to college I have to look after her mansion and all her daughters and her work, if I don't, she won't let me go to college, so that's why I must do all their work then she'll give me food and a roof over my head. When I entered my college gate I heard my best friend Emily." Hey, what took you so long?" She is the only person whom I love the most in the world she is my true friend I share everything with her. She is also rich. And she loves me because she knows that I'm not her friend because she has a lot of money I'm her friend. After all, I want to be. "Show me your face. What happens to you?" She looked at my face and found that something was wrong with me. I tell her everything because without knowing everything she never stopped asking. "How could she do that. Why are you enduring their damn torture?" "Likewise, I have to bear it. I have no other way." I said while tear across my eyes. "Don't cry. It's all gonna be right if you come with me to my house. My father my mother, and my family are all really nice you know that they all like you. They all will love you because I'm their only daughter I have three brothers, and I'm the only daughter you can also marry one of my brothers if it is too hard for you to live with us without any relation." She said with a chuckle. Which makes me chuckle too. "Hey, what's funny I'm serious. You know you're the prettiest girl in the world. Anyone can easily fall in love with you." "No Emily I'm good I don't want to bother you." "Bother? Bother me for what? You're the stupidest girl in this universe." "Hey, a few minutes ago you said that I'm the prettiest girl in the world," I said with a smirk. "Yes you're, but you're stupid too. I don't want these bloody assholes to torture you. You're now grown up it's your life don't waste it on other you want to be a servant for your whole life. That's enough." "Hey, it's OK. My life will change. God will mend my ways." "OK so be on it. I'm the foolish one who is talking to you," she said with a frown. "Oh! my baby I'm hungry and so are you I heard your tummy screaming for food," I told her to make her feel better she is really concerned about me and I don't mind it because she loves me. "One day you will have to listen to me. And for now yes I'm starving let's go," she said with a baby face she is such a baby.