The Lie That Made Me His

CHAPTER 1: The Girl Nobody Wanted.. Abigail’s POV I scrubbed the kitchen floor for the third time that morning, my back and knees aching and my stomach growling. "Are you deaf or ur just stupid like Ur dead mom?" my aunt Theresa shouted from the dining room. "I told you to prepare breakfast before cleaning!" I bit my lip to hold back the tears threatening to fall and continued scrubbing. Ever since my parents died, I'd learned that answering back only made things worse. Sometimes, I wondered if my life would ever change. Well, my name is Abigail and I'm 24 years of age, I lost my parents seven years ago, and had two options to survive, ( either I stayed with my only surviving relative or I would be taken into foster care). And honestly till today I wished I had chosen the latter coz life has been hell ever since I got into aunt Theresa’s home. “Good morning my beautiful mother, i love u sooooooo much moth— What!!!!!!, Tina’s voice suddenly rang through the house. “ Why is my food not ready mum, u know I'm gonna be late for college, and Dave is gonna come pick me up by 8:00 and this is already a few minutes to eight mum, Nd I don't wanna keep him waiting, Nd this is all Abigail’s fault mummy, I know she does this purposely just to get at me, I hate her so much, I hate her!!!!!” Tina screamed angrily. “ ABIGAIL!!, ABIGAIL!!!, ABIGAIL!!!!!” aunt Theresa's voice thundered through the house. “ Yes mother, u called me” Abigail answered with her head bowed and her eyes fixed on the floor. SMACK!! Aunt Theresa landed a resounding slap on my face. “ Don't u ever call me mother, I can never be Ur mother!!, NEVER!!!!!” aunt Theresa said angrily. SMACK!!! Before I could recover from the first slap, another landed on my other cheek, staggering back slightly. I brought my hand to my burning face and the tears I've been holding back for a while finally escaped my eyes. Tina folded her arms, crossed her legs and had a devilish smile on her face that said ( oh yeah she got what she deserved) while watching the show. I stood there quietly sobbing while both mother and daughter looked at me like I was a dirty piece of rag gotten from the gutters. “Now get into that kitchen Nd prepare my daughter's meal!” aunt Theresa ordered. “And if whatever happened today repeats itself, I'll kick u out of my house to the gutters where u belong, Nd I'll make ur life a living hell, now get out of my sight u f**l!!” “Yes, aunt Theresa” I whispered Nd turned away quickly. Sometimes I wonder what I had done in my past life to deserve such ill-treatment from the people I called family. I have lost every bit of happiness I'd once known, and most of the time I think, ( is this how my life will be forever?).