His Fiery Damnation

CHAPTER 0001 Boring Life~ JULIET 1. "Don't wear Panties at home. I want to be able to enter my p***y whenever I choose. 2. "You do not make conversation with any man. I do not care who it is, I am the only man made for you. 3. "Make dinner if you want to, but make sure you're on the table exactly 7pm for me to feast on my pūssy before eating any meal. 4. "You cannot leave the estate without my permission. I Dare You To Break My Rules, Little Fire. What a dangerous nonsense!! ~•~ I watched the stars in the sky, twinkle as they moved around. The cloud was bright, the trees danced with every twirl of the wind and the lawn swept sideways every now and then. The light contrasted the raging storm of darkness in my heart. I was two seconds away from adventuring into my own hollow darkness of evil and death. I watched calmly as the new workers moved about with their bags and whatnot. I will be turning twenty-one in a few hours, yet I feel smaller than I've ever felt. It seems as though my shell keeps growing every day to accommodate my size and hide me from the world like a mouse. Mouse. That was my nickname in school. I wasn't bullied but insulted. Did that count as being bullied? I don't know. They called me the nerdy mouse, the black cricket, and the black evil witch. Maybe it was my love for black and its utter darkness, or maybe it was because my voice was a loud, shrill noise that could raise a dead man, not for a good reason, but because he would yell at my mediocre voice and lie back to rest. My nightdress fell to the floor as I stood up from the balcony and walked back into my room. My father, the CEO of Cecilia Jewelries would have my head if he were to see me awake at this time of the night. He hated me and for a valid reason. I was the reason his wife died. She died while birthing me and behold, I became a spitting image of my mother, the woman I murdered. I hated myself too. A knock on the door made me look up to see the intruder step into my room.. Lauren couldn't hide the distaste in her gaze as she stepped into my room and glanced around. "Good evening, Lauren." I greeted. "This place looks like a graveyard. Do you have anything against light? Or is it in your nature to hide in your dark web and pull everyone into it as well?" Her insinuation was not missed. Killer. My room was a picture of my mind. Darkness. My wall was a beautiful painting of black and grey. My light was a grey circular bulb. Everything mirrored each other. "God! They things I have to keep up with. Come to dinner when you're ready to leave this death trap." She shut the door on her way. Not saying a word, I picked up my jacket, draped it over my shoulders, and headed downstairs for dinner. It was unlike my father to call me for dinner. Dinner usually consists of me, alone, seated on a table long enough for twenty people. I liked it. "Good evening, Mr Vale." I greeted. It had been a long time since I stopped calling him Father. We all loved it that way. "Hmm." Dinner carried on as though it wasn't the first time in years we've eaten like this like a.... family. Like it hadn't been two months since I last saw the man but I didn't care. Not anymore. Not when he had slapped me so hard, my cheek was bruised for a week, and then he cancelled my teaching class, saying it was best I remove my vocal cords and dismiss my choice of career. I chewed my food slowly, staring at the empty seats around us. The chandelier above us glittered with light like falling stars yet it felt so cold. The silence sat between us like a third person, stronger than anything I'd ever known. Lauren sat by his side, in her pretty pink gown, her hair brushed like she was a queen. She smiled at him, she always did. I don't hate her, I never did. It wasn't her fault she grew to hate me. She was everything my father needed. I wasn't. I swallowed, my throat burning. The food suddenly tasted plain "Thank you for the meal." I muttered. He looked at me for the first time in fifteen years and scowled. "Juliet," he said, and my spoon froze halfway. He rarely called my name. "Yes, Mr Vale." "Tomorrow, dress well for dinner." His response was always short. My brows knit. "Dinner?" "Yes," he said, wiping his mouth with his napkin. "It will be your birthday. We will be expecting a guest." My birthday? And a guest? It was the first time my birthday was being acknowledged and it suddenly feels....wrong. As though something was about to happen. TBC