Malice In Wonderland

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Chapter I

The heat is unbearable in this stuffy house, I can feel my clothes wrap around me, sticking to my skin. The summer days are getting hotter and now that the air conditioner has depleted the house seems even worse then when I moved here. I lay on the bed and wonder how this could get any worse.

My mother died last year from breast cancer, fighting it to the very end. And my father ended up killing himself a few weeks later. Leaving me a note telling me how much he loved me but he couldnt live on because my mother was not here. How he wouldn't be able to hear her sing or laugh or even do that annoying ticking sound with her tongue that he always hated. And how he was so so sorry. And then I was sent off to live with my aunt and uncle.

My mother's sister, Coraline, who always has the same expression on her face like she smells curdled milk all day and my hideous uncle who likes to watch porn. Very loudly. I can't say that I like them very much but they did take me in and that beats living in the orphanage. Neither of them work, but Uncle Roger inherited quite a sum of money from his grandparents and now they are well off, which was around the time both my parents passed away. Which is why they bought Castle Ridge, and it's the same home right now that has no air conditioning.

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"Alice! Alice!" Aunt Coraline screams.

Ugh! What the hell could she possibly want.  I push myself off the bed and trudge down the stairs.

"Yes Aunt Coraline?" I say as I throw her the fakest smile I can plaster on my face.

"Where have you been? The man outside is waiting to be paid, for fixing the air conditioner." she says.

 I roll my eyes and grab the check book from the night stand beside her bed. As I walk to the door I can feel the house getting cooler and I almost jump with delight. Opening the door I write the man a check and notice that his ears and nose resembled a mouse. He wasn't old at all but I would say in his mid thirties, and was nicely built. As I sat here and thought of all the characteristics he had with a mouse I could hear him talking to me which jolted me back from my daze.

"Don't set the air conditioner so low, sixty should be the lowest and make sure you turn it off when your not using it. Saves electricity." he mutters at the end, as if I would take offense since he probably thought I didnt care about things like that in a big house like this.

"I'll keep that in mind, and I will tell my aunt and uncle as well." I say as I smiled at him and wave as he leaves.

For some reason I feel an empty hole in the pit of my stomache, I guess when you don't see a lot of people you start to feel alone. Home school was the ugly duo's choice, they thought that I can learn anything at home and not have to deal with the horrible children at the public schools. But there main reason was for me to look after them, cleaning and cooking. My uncle inheriting all that money has done him no good, he bought a humongous home but didn't hire anyone to help them take care of it.

Since my aunt is mostly on bed rest ever since she started taking this horrible depression medicine after my mother died all she does is lay in bed and walk around the house to inspect and make sure I do all my chores. And my uncle is so lazy now his face is permanetly glued to his computer screen, every once in a while getting up and using the restroom or telling my aunt about this new porn website he found and was going to fund.

They both made me sick to my stomach, not only because they acted like this but they always were like this. Rude and obnoxious, my aunt always hating my mother for her charm and beautiful features and my uncle hating my dad because of his money and getting my mom before he could. But they seemed upset at the funerals, breaking down and actually telling me they loved me and I could come live with them. Making the choice to move in, not for once thinking that I was walking into a death trap.

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Getting the chores done usually took a few hours a day. In which I woke up and did my school work and then started cleaning all the bedrooms and switching out sheets on my aunts bed. Then cooking lunch and dinner and every other day hand washing my uncle from head to toe. Which meant having to maneuver myself around his whole body as he sat on his chair while looking at the computer.

Looking back at when my parents were alive, I wish I could take back all the times I yelled at them for making me wash and clean the little things. Now I'm washing my uncle's ass and nothing could make you want to vomit more than that. But I always found my escape in daydreaming. Thinking one day a handsome man would rescue me and take me far away from this madhouse, or I would go on an adventure of a lifetime that would result in me never returning back to this place. But those thoughts only lasted until my name was yelled for something else to do.

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Laying in bed is the best feeling in the world to me. Knowing all the chores were done and now I can escape into my world when I close my eyes and sleep. I turn out the light, and flip over. Making sure the lights from the hallways don't creep in through my eyelids. Since Aunt Coraline thought it would be best to take off my door so I wouldn't do anything inappopriate, and so I could hear her when she called my name I always had to flip over to fall asleep since she forbid me to turn off the lights in the hallways. I could feel the drowsiness creep in and my eyes feel heavier, my breathing becomes more distant and I start to drift off. Until I can see a sharp light through my eyelids and open them. And there is Uncle Roger over my bed, camera ready with the most sinister grin on his face.

END OF CHAPTER ONE.

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