𝐀 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲

three

trigger warning: physical assault.

LUXURY'S POV

A few weeks after my traumatic sixth birthday my parents were taking me, Jacob and Mia out for dinner as dad had just gotten a promotion at work.

We didn't have a shortage of money before his promotion either even though mom was a stay at home wife and mother. That day we went to a fancy restaurant which was all the way on the other side of town.

While I was getting ready mom barged into my room and gave me a lecture as to how I was to behave, she even gave me one of Mia's old pink dress, she also tied my hair into two ponytails with ribbons on top, that dress was the first gift I ever got from her, it didn't matter that it was old or that the only reason she gave me the dress in the first place was so that I didn't affect their image but what mattered to six year old me was that she thought about me, that she thought about gifting me something, no matter the intention.

We sat down in the car, I was in between Jacob and Mia in the backseat. It was a thirty minute drive from the house to the restaurant.

About fifteen minutes into the drive I had to use the restroom but Mom had already warned me that they would not take any stops in between the drive, I wish I could control my bladder sometimes.

I remember the amount of thinking I was doing so well on how I was to ask dad to stop the car, I mustered up some courage and squeaked out a "mom". My eyes going as wide as a fish when she turned out to glare at me, considering the fact that I was only six years old, I couldn't control my bladder seeing her glare at me so hard and then I peed myself.

Mia then suddenly spoke up, taunting me, "uh mom I think teeny weeny little Luxury just wet herself" Jacob snickered as he shifted himself away from me. Blood started flowing up towards my cheeks as I blushed in embarrassment and discomfort.

Dad suddenly stopped the car and started shouting in frenzy at me, he turned the car around and kept muttering to himself, "stupid child, ruining everything for everyone"

Thick hot tears gathered behind my eyes and the car started getting fuzzy.

I don't remember much of the car ride home except for the curse words dad kept muttering and how Jacob and Mia kept gagging, mom however was quiet, scary quiet, I knew for a fact that when we would reach home she was gonna burst out, I was very scared.

The car stopped as dad turned the engine off, I wiped the salty tears from my cheek and got out the car right behind Mia.

Before I could close the door a hand suddenly came in the way, it was mom's, she bent down and looked inside the car at the now wet seat. Her eyes were filled with rage as she angrily slammed the door, grabbed me by arm and rushed me inside the house, she sent Mia and Jacob to bed and told dad to wait in the kitchen which was right by my bedroom door.

As expected she took me to my room and closed the door behind her, I remember the look in her eyes till this day.

I sat down at the edge of my bed as I waited for her to say something, anything.

Her hostile stare turned to me as she once again roughly grabbed me and pushed me onto the floor, my head hitting the bed side table. I remember that day like the back of my hand. I remember how she screamed at me for ruining her car seats, ruining her husband's and children's mood.

I know I deserved it, considering the car was very expensive and how dad, Mia and Jacob had been waiting so long to go the restaurant. But there was one thing that hurt me the most, it was when she grabbed me by the back of my neck and whispered in my ear, "you will never ever be my child, remember that Luxury, you might have an expensive name or whatever but you will never ever reach the standard of my family, I cannot wait for the day you will be old enough to get a job and get the hell out of this house"

Now that hurt.

I didn't want to intrude into her family but its not like I had a choice.

I know I messed up their expensive car but did I really deserve having my head bleed? she left my room, locking the door on her way out. When I started seeing red I realized that my head was bleeding and that is when the pain hit me.

It felt like a thousand needles were prickling me continuously on my head, I slowly walked to the small bathroom in my room, swaying on my feet. Everything started to get fuzzy again, black dots covering my vision.

At the age of six, I learned how to clean my own wounds, did I really deserve this just because I ruined the seats? I guess I did...

NICOLAS'S POV

I took a deep breath as I closed the diary, it was already dark. It was not normal for a six year old to learn how to clean her own wounds and her so called parents are like monsters, how could they physically assault a six year old because she couldn't control her bladder?! I don't know why I felt so much for Luxury.

I took out my laptop, opened a new document and started writing.

At around one in the morning I winded up my stuff and walked to my room, I lied down to sleep but I couldn't, all I could focus on was Luxury Nicole Hart and the trauma she endured at such a young age.