I walked timidly in my plain white dress to the tall gates of the Jansen Family. "Where is that idiot", asked Jannie,my stepmom. As i stepped into the hall, Jannie hurriedly run forward with a whip(this is something that always happens) to design my skin....yeah to design it. I knelt in the middle of the house as i endured the pain from the beating Jannie was giving me. Tears of pain slid down my face but I was determined to never give her the money I earned today. All of this started when my dad,Frans Jansen lost a very big business deal and the family's business' collapsed. Although my dad and Jannie has properties in their name and can survive without my hard earned money,they still decided to strip me of my happiness and take the Euros I've earned for that bratty sis of mine,Julia. "Give me the money", yelled Jannie. I fliched but still decided to keep the money.I remained there and was denied water and food till 10 in the morning. "Will you surrender now Dumoor(fool)", aksed Julia. I remained still with bloodshot eyes thinking of how to send the money to Naana upstairs.....all of a sudden i felt I had been thrown into the deepest part of the ocean. I looked up and saw Julia who wore a smirk on her face holding ice cubes which had already been poured on me. I resisted the urge to slap her because I thought of what will be done to Naana when i do so. Jannie came downstairs with Dad who acted like he didn't care....and for real he didn't. I was told to get up and i headed towards my room. When i got to my room I threw myself on my bed and the tears that i had kept in unleashed itself. After I had my share of tears, I got into the bathroom and took a shower as I reminisced on what had happened the past few years.