LEE
I looked out my window and there she was the devil herself glancing right at me with a ferocious scowl on her front. Contented with what she does to me, what she's constantly executing on me. She never gets tired of damaging me and taunting me. I feel traumatized by her, just looking at her renders me pessimistic. Why did I have to go through such things? why did it have to be me? was my life ever going to be normal like all my other friends? In all honesty, I wouldn't wish my predicament on anyone, not even my worst enemy.
I was living in a torment hole, she composed everything well, when anyone else was about besides us two, she constantly pretended to be heavenly, adoring, and alluring. A side she never once showed me. Okay they're days when she's tried to act as if she cares. But I know better than to believe her.
She unfailingly looked at me with disdain in her eyes, every time she acted considerately, she craved something in return.
She brought me out of my trance, I saw her approaching my window, looking gullible and probably up to no good. I tried to move away from my window but she halted me before I even moved a hairsbreadth.
"Don't you dare move a muscle", I was throbbing in panic. I knew that what was coming my way was not good, either physically or emotionally.
"If it isn't ms. Goody two-shoes busy daydreaming", she let out and spat in my face.
"You're lucky that I'm in a rush right now. Nonetheless, I'll come and continue what you started when I get back. I have left food for you on the kitchen island." She grumbled. "See, I'm not that awful I am caring towards you". She whispered.
You're still grounded. I'm still locking you in, be gratified that you have this entire house to yourself. Nonetheless, being your slutty ungrateful self, you don't appreciate anything I do for you. Anyways I'm getting tardy.
I just stood there looking at her feeling nauseated because I knew that every sole utterance she told was silicon. I honestly wonder why she doesn't have a preference for me, I mean I've been a nonentity but good to her, perhaps she sees me as an obstacle.
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She walked out the door and locked it from the outside, I felt so relieved that she ultimately left. Even though I was being locked in the house, I appreciated being solitary than being with her in the house. I feel so smothered with her around.
I frankly don't even blame her for locking me up, that's what I get for attempting to be notorious. I should know better by now.
In case you're wondering. The woman treating me this way is my Aunt Betty, She has been the one taking care of me since the tragic accident transpired.
My mum perished shortly after giving birth to me. My Dad became gloomy and started liquoring up extensively. I lived with my nanny when my Dad went out to liquor, she's the one that took care of me.
My Dad succumbed to a car accident when I was 7 years old, he was DUI and wrecked.
Ever since it's been me and Aunty Betty. She's not that awful, she's modest, okay not too modest, I mean I can tolerate the corporal invective but not the mental abuse.
The thing I loathe about her is when she gets intoxicated she turns into a varied soul and gets corporal with me. Well, the emotional abuse has no season, she says whatever she wants whenever she wants either drunk or in a sober state, and tries to act all lovey-dovey after that.
I reckon she's Bipolar.
Honestly, even if she treats me the way she does, I still love her.
I normally avoid her when she's intoxicated, but it's really hard to avoid her because we live in the same house. She becomes too demanding when she's tipsy and she heaves a lot. 'Get me this, get me that.' So technically, avoiding her is tough.
Once I disobey her the real abuse comes in or if I hamper doing what she craves.