His abomination

Rose

I wake up once again in this prison some would call a sophisticated bedroom. The first thing I look at is the sunrise, it gives me a fake feeling of reassurance that everythings is going to be alright. I know it's not.

 My muscles are stiff as I get out of bed. I have absolutely no interest in getting ready, but I know that if I don't, my father is going to beat the shit out of me. 

I brush my teeth, comb my hair and put on a pair of baggy jeans and an oversized t-shirt. The bags under my eyes are covered up with some concealer, so my exhaustion is less noticeable.

 Walking out of my room, everything looks the same. The same servants are running around, the same paintings are staring right at me, the same older sister giving me a mean side-eye. Every morning it's the same, it feels like I'm in a cycle. 

I snap out of these thoughts and head downstairs to the kitchen. Luckily, still no signs of my parents and no snarky comments from Bianca. My day was going well until I heard a familiar and very annoying voice. Bianca.

"Rose, why are you eating a sandwich? Your breakfast is already laying right there," she says.

 I looked to the direction she was pointing in, it was toward a bowl filled with out of date cornflakes. Without milk. 

Because I didn't want to cause any trouble, I ate it. Bianca is smirking at me until I am finished and I have washed the bowl with the rest of the dishes.

 My family has never respected me. I am treated like a servant even though we have multiple running through this mansion. 

Bianca's annoying high voice reaches my eardrums once again. 'I'm still disappointed in your choice of clothes though, we give your undeserving ass beautiful clothes and you wear that," she says with a pointed look at my clothes.

 For a split second I dare to look at her, she enjoys being able to humiliate me. 

"I'm sorry, I will change right now," I say in order to shut her up. 

Her face lights up with fury.

"You only speak when you're supposed to!" she yells. As revenge she starts fake crying in a second.

"Dad! Rose sl-l-lapped m-m-me!" she dramatically cries.

"No no no no no no no," I whisper to myself. 

My body fills itself with dread.

He is coming. Not again. That bitch is going to pay for it, not today, but one day. 

The person that is biologically my father stormed through the door. His eyes immediately landed on me. Bianca is still fake crying, though my father doesn't even care.

When he came closer I felt a sharp sting in my cheek. Hot liquid dribbled out of my nose. Keeping my head down, I took the punishment without crying. 

I knew better than that. The last time I cried, I was locked in the storage closet without food or water for a day.

 After he was done with me, I got sent to my room. The first thing on my mind was a nice hot bath. I stripped my clothes and looked in the mirror. My body was covered in bruises, some from a couple days ago and some that were just created. 

One tear fell down my cheeck. Was this how my life is going to be? Taking beatings every day, getting raped for money that father is going to take anyway. 

Snapping my head out of those thoughts, I dipped a toe in the now lukewarm water. I was going to get out of here. I sunk my whole body under water. It felt peaceful, for once. 

I massaged my scalp with shampoo, then conditioner on the roots. After the bath that took at least one hour of my time I immediately went to bed. Soon, I fell into a heavy sleep.