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        I got up from my bed and did an Indian squat while looking outside from my window. Today's a cold season, yet I'm wearing thin clothes but I didn't really mind the cold air brushing off of my pale skin. I hugged my knees and lowered my head, a barely audible sniff coming out. No, I wasn't sick - I was tired. Tired of all the bullshit I had to endure for the past years. Tired of being played around. Tired of being treated as something lowly. I was tired of bottling them all up, so I decided to open it and let the tears escape my eyes.

You see, my folks don't deserve the title "parents". They have been treating me as some kind of slave and told me to do what they say and no saying "no". If I opposed to their wishes, I'd get something painful. Not to mention publicly harassing me and only giving me little shelter and food. I'm adopted, I know that, and you're supposed to take care of your adopted child, not sell them off to men and get money in return. No, no man has ever touched me, fortunately. And because of this hellhole that I'm living, I've never had the opportunity to make friends. I was always alone, but I do have literature books which is better.

I didn't give a single fuck and go with it and continued, until now. I just, kind if gave up.

I decided to stop crying, afraid it'll show. Y'know, those puffy eyes and red nose. I wasn't going to continue and cry like a fucking baby.

But damn, today sure is cold. Heck, it's March! Must be mother nature telling us to tone the fuck down with the rubbish everywhere and take care of it. I'm not even surprised. There's news all about it, yet no one gives a fuck.

I was about to lie on my so-called bed until I heard a yell from downstairs, "Serena, dinner or starve - get out from that filthy room of yours!"

I sighed and replied with a simple and calm tone, "Okay!".

I hurried downstairs, letting my room open. I was a bit surprised at Helen. Usually they would just give me little food and let me eat in my "room" or let me starve for 3 days. Today must be something special.

As I arrived, I saw a buffet on the mahogany dinner table. Okay, something was up.

Just as I was about to ask what this was, Bea's ear screeching voice came in.

"Oh, you guys. You didn't have to cook too much!" Her multi-layered makeup face lit up. Honestly, I wanted to gag. Though, no offense. I like makeup.

"We have to! Baby, we care for you. You're our real daughter." Helen's words struck me. Honestly, what the fuck? I thought they were done with comparing me to this slut, but I guess they weren't satisfied enough. God, people. Am I right or am I right?

Bea giggled like a dying whale and grabbed her utensils, spooning every food on the table.

"Come on, let's eat! Don't leave me hanging!" She pouted. Helen and Victor laughed playfully at her actions and gave each other plates and shit.

I grabbed mine and my spoon was about to make contact with the fried chicken, but Helen slapped my hand away from the delicious food.

"No! You're not eating that. You're eating the leftovers yesterday. Go, scram." Helen slapped my hand away from the delicious food.

"Helen, she's human, too. She needs to survive. There's barely leftovers from yesterday." Victor retorted.

"Fuck off, Vic! I control her, not you! I freed her from that bitch Emma - she should be, at least, grateful from what I did! I pay for her shit, and she has to do what I say." Helen argued, her voice loud enough for the neighbours to here. She should know her place, she basically led me to hell. She's spatting nonsense, she didn't pay for shit. I had to work for my tuition fees and clothing.