The door closed behind Samantha as she stepped into the small apartment she shared with her aunt. Sonya was seated there, rummaging through a bag of chips, her gaze fixed on the TV when Samantha stepped in.
Immediately she noticed Samantha, an irritated look settled on her face. "You good for nothing orphan. Didn't I tell you to fill the fridge with food yesterday?" Sonya yelled, storming towards her to grab the bag she had with her like she could tell it was food and of course it was.
"I'm sorry, I had to pay uncle's bills last night–"
"You had to pay his bills? So you won't feed me?"
Sonya flung the container of food towards her, screaming and yelling on top of her lungs before landing a slap across Samantha's face. "You ungrateful bitch. As if it isn't your fault my husband is in the hospital. And now you want to starve me for your incompetence?"
Sonya didn't cease hitting her as she spoke, her face red with anger and irritation. "If your wretched mother didn't get herself killed, maybe she would have taught you some manners. Aish, looking at you irritates me."
The sound of the door slamming heavily resounded through the entire house as Samantha sat there in the midst of the wasted food, tears trailing down her cheeks. She had been enduring this since she could remember she couldn't totally blame her aunt.
Sonya and her husband, Leo had been taking care of her since her mother died when she was one. They didn't have a child of their own but they always took care of her. Sonya was always cold towards her but it only grew worse when Leo spent his medication bills on Samantha's college and he ended up in the hospital ever since then.
Sonya resented her day after day and Samantha always thought there was more reason to her hate because it never left. She thought it was because Sonya never had a child of her own but it seemed worse than that. At least she owed them this much for taking care of her.
Working a lot of shifts and jobs together just to provide for Sonya and Leo's bills wasn't a small amount of stress but she did it anyway. She endured Sonya's anger and abuse just so she could pay her back. Kaia kept telling her it was wrong to just take it as it was but she never listened.
Picking herself up, she cleaned up the mess before heading towards her room, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was red and swollen, a few bruises from other places she had been hit also.
"Ouch…" she winced, smiling slightly at herself.
"It's only a matter of time, Sam. Soon, I'll save up enough money to treat uncle for good so aunt will be happy and I can finally live on my own." She hyped herself, patting her cheeks slightly. "You're doing a great job, Samantha."
"Y-you really are…" she trailed off as tears rolled down her cheeks. No thought could be conveyed, her sobs came out in soft bursts. She slowly fell to the ground, covering her mouth as she cried.
Her chest hurt so much, she didn't know if it was because she had just been lying to herself all this while or it really did hurt. The responsibility just felt much for her and every passing day, she always felt the shackles from her aunt everyday but she just ignored it, focusing on her job but the burden was gradually getting bigger and heavier.
Samantha didn't know when the sun rose, she just remained there, seated even if she dozed off, she couldn't remember but her eyes were open all through.
Before Sonya could wake up, she did her chores, made breakfast before dashing out of the house, switching off her phone so Sonya couldn't reach her during work.
Her mind was nowhere on earth but she knew she had to focus before she was to resume her day's shift in Hell's Den. She dashed out into the streets, not even paying attention to her surroundings.
The screech of tires burned through her ears as a vehicle came to a sudden halt, barely a inch away from where she was. She froze in shock, falling to her knees as she breathed heavily.
She hadn't realized it was a go for the cars and she almost had herself killed. "What is… what is wrong with you, Samantha." She screamed in her head but she couldn't utter a word due to the shock.
The sounds of doors shutting made her turn her head to apologize to whoever she almost caused to attempt a murder.
She could barely utter a word when the individual came into view. Why does it always have to be him? The tall individual with black hair and striking eyes with a scar running from his jaw to his neck.
The same demon she had poured drinks all over.
"You're hurt." he stated, his voice devoid of emotions.