Life isn't what you always assumed for it to be. See I've always dream of growing up with a happy family. A loving mother and father, and siblings. But mines is the opposite.
See I have a loving mother, but a father yea no. I wish I had siblings, my father wanted more to, but when I was 20 I found out that my mother was taking birth control because she knew what would have happened if she had more kids. So my father decided to fuck around right after my mother passed. My family was never happy and it will never be.
My mother would always tell me to never give up no matter what anyone says, she told me that at some point I'm going to need to put myself first because I always put others first.
My mother always said that I was a strong girl and I will be a even more stronger women, and at some point I will come to realize that I was. She always believed in me.
Before Zee could turn around and ask me about what my father was talking about, I speed walked to find the bathroom.
I managed to find one and I went in there and I cried. I should've known he was going to say or do anything to bring me down.
I whipped my face and stared at myself in the mirror. And before I fixed my dress and leave I heard a bang on the door.
"Alareah! Open the door!l he said loudly.
Thank god I took the one upstairs.
"I'll be out in a minute." I said taking a deep breath in and out.
"Now!!!" He said banging again.
If I waited until I was finished he probably sill would've shoved me in the bathroom and locked the door.
I unlocked it and stepped back and he barges in slamming it shut behind him.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!" He yelled at me.
I've never seen him this angry before, and I never want to. My father hurt me and I'm not going to allow anyone else to.
"Zee don't yell at me." I said calmly.
"I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO!" He said still yelling.
"ZEE DON'T YELL AT ME!" I said again but more in anger as tears came from my eyes, again. I've never been this mad with anyone but myself, and I didn't want to take it out on anyone.
He stood there in shock as he watched my face heat up. He rubbed his temples before speaking.
"What is it that I don't know Alareah?" He said calmly not even looking at me.
"Zee, I can't right now okay?" I said rubbing my forehead.
"Yes, right now. Why are you keeping things from me?" He closed his eyes.
"You don't understand. None of it." How could he understand when I barely understand.
"But I do!" His voice becoming more louder and I couldn't help but sigh.
"You don't! I'm all kinds of fucked up Zee! You don't know me or anything about me. I've been abused and beaten my whole life. I've been hated and tortured and starved and shoved down in a basement for days my whole life. I can't even look my father in the eye, because I've been hurt not just physically, but mentally and emotionally." I said crying again.
He hugged me tight and rubbed my head. "It's okay." He said. And I couldn't help but push him away.
"No, see I'm tired of everyone telling me it's okay. It's not okay, I've been living my whole life a lie, no one knows what it's like to be me. I hate myself and the life I grew up in. It's like I'm meant to suffer, I loose my mother 3 years ago the only person that actually cared about me. And ever since she left I haven't been the same."
I pushed through him and left storming outside.
It's time that I change, I need to get out of here and live my own life, this isn't my life. My mother would've wanted me to live a happy life.
I walked to one of the limos, but when I walked I heard a tired screech. I turned to see a black SUV pull up in front of me.
Someone steps out and speed walked towards me. I step back and turned to run but they caught up to me snatching me and throwing me in the back of the SUV.
"ZEE!!!" I yelled kicking and screaming and crying. Trying everything to get away from who has me.
"ALAREAH-" I heard Zee's voice before the door slammed shut.
And they drove off leaving me crying and begging to be let go.
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Who has the poor Alareah? What will happen next? I probably won't update in a minute. I realized that I really need to finish a story. And it's going to be my other one.
But don't leave me. Read my other book until I'm finished?
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