Violet came out of the grocery store with some bags in her hands.
She had been given some days off, to rest.
She was walking back home when a black car parked close to her.
She continued walking, not bothering about who the person was.
But a familiar voice stopped her.
"Violet!!!" she frowned when she heard the voice and silently prayed that it isn't who she thinks it is.
She turned back and she saw the last person she wanted to see,
"Derek?" she frowned deeply.
"It's been a while, my lovely stepsister" he said grinning and Violet's jaw clenched.
Violet's eyes narrowed, her grip on the grocery bags tightening. "What do you want, Derek?"
Derek's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Just catching up with my dear stepsister. You look... lovely."
Violet's skin crawled. She took a step back, her mind racing with memories of the past.
FLASHBACK
"Violet!!Violet!!! Where is that wench?" Lily shouted.
Anyone who is meeting Lily for the first time would think she is as a gentle as a dove.
The person would think of her as someone who can't even hurt a fly and is as pure as her name.
But all of that is just a facade. She is the exact opposite.
"Violet, are you deaf?" she shouted, coming down from the long stairs of the Wilson's mansion.
The mansion is more like a palace. Painted with white and looking as grand as ever. It's decorated to the fullest with different expensive ornaments.
Everything in that house is spotless . One would not think that anyone in that house suffered , cause even the maids look well fed.
Violet was in the kitchen, ear plugs in her ears as she sang melodiously while cooking.
Even with the tattered and worn out clothes she was putting on, she still looks as beautiful as ever.
The next thing she felt was a smack on her head.
"Ouch" she winced as she removed the ear plugs.
"How dare you! Do you think you are entitled to anything in this house?
You are singing happily and dancing like you own the world. I hate seeing that happy look on your damn face. I hate seeing you smile, Violet" she barked.
Violet heart was bitter but she didn't cry, neither did she show any sign that Lily's word affected her.
"I am sorry aunt, I didn't know you were calling me" she replied calmly.
"Gosh! You enrage me the more. I hate that calm voice of yours" she said, running her hands through her hair but Violet face remained blank, like there was no one in front of her.
She has gotten used to their maltreatment and she knew that Lily loves when a person is scared of her,she loves when you shake whenever she talks and Violet never does that which is why she hates her so much .
"There are some clothes in the laundry room. Pack them and hand wash the clothes. I don't want to see a single stain"
"But the washing machine -
"Use the washing machine and forget about having dinner tonight" she said and left the kitchen.
Violet heaved a sigh and went to the laundry room.
She got there and two baskets loaded with piles of clothes greeted her.
"Add this ones to it" Emily, Violet's step sister said as she entered, dumping another pile of clothes in the baskets.
"Can't you wash those yourself?" Violet said, referring to the pile of undies Emily brought with her.
"You are a lady, it's improper to ask someone else to watch your brassieres and pants for you" Violet said to her.
"And who do you think you are to lecture me? I do whatever I want and however I want it and you have no right to tell me what to do.
You better wash it if you don't want to get punished again" she said storming out of the room.
The last time she got punished was when she broke a plate.
She was given the beating of her life by her step mother and wasn't given anything to eat throughout the day.
She shuddered when she remembered. "Let me wash this quickly, I am not prepared for any punishment" she told herself as she packed the clothes and started washing them.
"Hi pretty, you are washing again ?" Derek said as he came to the laundry room. He is Emily's brother and has been trying to get under the skirts of Violet.
Violet ignored him and continued washing the clothes. "A beautiful lady like you isn't supposed to be doing all these.
Should I help you relieve the stress? " he asked, his hands on her shoulders. She slapped his hands off .
"Don't touch me Derek. I am warning you". You are my step brother for goodness sake! What is wrong with you?" she shouted but Derek quickly placed his palm over her mouth.
"Lower your voice" he said, his hands still on her mouth. She removed his hands and glared at him.
"Yes, you are my step sister but it's not my fault that you are so irresistible. You are the one at fault for being so endowed." He smiled lustfully, his eyes focused on her chest.
Violet felt disgusted as she made to leave the room but the she remembered that her aunt had once told her never to leave the laundry room unless she is done with the clothes.
She placed her palm on her head frustratingly as she turned back.
"You can't run away from me" he grinned.
"What exactly do you want from me? You have a girlfriend for crying out loud. I am your sister."
"Point of correction, you are not my sister. You are my step sister, the daughter of a whore" he said.
Violet eyes flashed red. "What did you just say?" she said angrily. "You heard me, you are the daughter of a whore." he repeated.
One thing she hates the most is mocking her parents.
Her blood boiled as she walked to Derek's place, her eyes never leaving his as she glared at him angrily.
"Did you just call my mother a whore?" she said, angrily.
"No, I didn't directly say that she's a whore. I said you are the daughter of a whore but it still the same interpretation.
Your mother is a whore. I wonder how many people she clapped her ass for before demise . Your mother is such a- "
He didn't get to complete his statement when Violet gave him a deafening slap.
His eyes widened.He became enraged and pushed her to the wall.
"You have stepped on the cobra's tail. Expect its venom" he said as he tore her clothes.
"What are you doing!!!" she asked as Derek pinned her to the wall, his big hands around her neck.
She tried to wiggle from him but his grip was too strong.
"I wanted you to agree to it willingly but you've been proving stubborn. That slap you gave me has just broken the straw. You like it rough, I will give it to you rough."
"Derek , don't do this please" she cried . He slapped her hard in her cheek, her hair falling to her face as it became reddened.
"How does that slap feel? Do you like it ? Do you like that slap?" He said, screaming like a maniac.
The mansion was very big and the laundry room was is in the highest floor, no one can hear them, unless they come close to the place.
"Derek please" she cried, her face still stinging from the slap.
"I am going to take you in every way possible and I am going to make sure you moan my name a hundred times, bi*ch"
When she saw that he doesn't want to give up , she kicked him in his groin and ran out.
Derek groaned in pains as he cursed. He limped, stepping out of the room to look for her, still groaning in pains.
He saw her running to the west wing of the house and he smirked. "It's today or never"
"Are you okay master?" one of the maids who saw him asked. He glared at her and she left his sight immediately
The pain had subsided a bit and he cornered her by passing through a different passageway that led to the same place she was going.
"Bingo!!!" he said when he saw her. He had her cornered already. "Don't come close to me" she said, her lips trembling.
"Or else what? Even if my family is right here, I would still have sex with you and no one would stop me" he said, with a wicked look in his eyes as he approached her .
As he stepped forward, she continued to step backward until her back hit the wall.
He reached for her breasts when he came close to her.
Without thinking, she pushed him away with all her might.
He staggered and fell, his head hitting the floor.
"Ahhh" one of the maids who had the crash shouted when she saw Derek on the floor with blood spilling from his head.
She hurriedly went to call the rest of the family. " What did you do to my grandson ?" Nana, their grandmother shouted when she saw Derek on the floor.
She has never accepted Anastasia right from when her father brought her to the house.
***
"She is a stripper. I can't have the daughter of a stripper as part of the Wilson's family.
Your one night pleasure can't ruin this family reputation. You have a pregnant wife and a son for crying out loud" she told Alex, Anastasia father when he told her that he got someone pregnant and he is ready to accept the child.
"Mum, it doesn't mean anything. I was the one that impregnated her and I am accepting both her and the baby and that's final.
I didn't marry Martha based on my will. You forced me to get married to her. I don't have any feelings for her whatsoever.
I am not running away from my responsibility. I will take care of both her and the girl I impregnated"
***
"He tried to rape me and I defended myself " Violet said.
"So you purposely tore your clothes and framed my son for rape.
You then pushed him and expect me to believe the nonsense you are saying " Martha said as she looked at Violet wickedly.
An ambulance has been called and Derek had been taken to the hospital. It took sometime before the ambulance could come because of the heavy downpour.
"You are the daughter of a slut. You are nothing and you will remain nothing . I should have done what I am about to do a long time ago. Thanks for showing your true colors."
"Now pack your tattered belongings and leave this house right now!!! Don't let me come back and meet you here." Martha said as she left the room.
Tears streamed down Violet's eyes as thunder rumbled in the sky.
END OF FLASHBACK
Derek's smirk grew wider as he held up his phone, the screen illuminating a photograph.
"Calm down, sis," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "You look absolutely stunning in this picture."
Violet's eyes widened in horror as she recognized the image - one of the explicit photos the blackmailer had been using to torment her.
Her mind racing, she felt a chill run down her spine. How did Derek get those pictures?
His gaze lingered on her, savoring her distress. "You know, I've been admiring these photos for a while now," he said, his voice low and menacing.
"Someone's' been generous, sharing them with me."
Violet's breath caught in her throat.
Was Derek the blackmailer, or was he in cahoots with them? Panic set in as she realized she was trapped.
"What do you want, Derek?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady despite the fear clawing at her.
Derek's grin grew wider. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I want, Violet. And you're going to give it to me."