01 | A figment of my imagination

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I S A B E L L A

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I S A B E L L A

I feel like shit.

My body feels like it has a thousand needles stuck in it. I've had enough of living like some hostage, but I am still alive. The only reason why I'm even in this hell hole is because I'll be 18 in less than 4 months so I can leave this place for good

Groaning, I sit up from my mattress. I take my phone from under the mattress and check the time, Its 5: 30 am. I have half an hour to prepare breakfast for Axel, my uncle and Lucia, my aunt. Those two people are the worst people alive and I don't even know I'm related to those vicious monsters.

 I hope one of them cheats on the other and both of them kill each other — well that's could happen because Lucia's cheating on axel with our neighbor , whose's also a dick.

Carefully getting up, I make sure that none of my injuries are touched. I hum softly as I get ready, wearing my grey hoodie that I wear everyday because that's the only thing that keeps me warm in this cold house other than the two pairs of pants and tee's that I own.

After wearing my clothes, I scroll mindlessly on Pinterest because its only thing that makes me happy. The reason why I hide my phone under the mattress is because my 'guardians' have these fucked up rules that they expect me to follow.

My phone is my distraction from this life that i have because for some reason the immature kids at my school decided it would be fun to call me the freak of the school. But all I do there is drink and sleep, in those times I  would study on my own and now I have a degree in business and own a tech company.

Checking what day today is, I was hoping to make food and leave but when I see the words Sunday: dread fills my body.  It's Sunday, meaning no school, and my 'guardians' would have their fun with me

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"You Fucking BITCH," Axel shouted, his voice booming. "Are you TRYING TO POISON ME" He glared at me with menacing  and proceeded to punch my stomach. Its impact causing me to fall to the floor clutching my injury. Pain filled my body.

"Answer ME" he grits out. I couldn't answer, I never did because I know the punishment would be even worse if I did. Hot, pain explodes on my body as I realise he's kicking my repeatedly at my abdomen.

As the pain got to much, I slowly backed away from him and leaned against the wall , letting out a pained groan.

"Did I tell you that you could back away?" he asked, venom dripping with each word.

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