Jasmine's POV
It's a summer time.
My family and me are out to enjoy holidays, mostly because if we were still at New York dad won't stop working.
He is dedicated to his work so much that, he forgets that he has a family.
So here we are, in India.
It's a beautiful place and people are so friendly and kind that we want to come here again.
My great grandma was Indian and she's still alive and invited us for celebration.
She is around 89 yrs old now.
Her 90th birthday celebration!
As we were enjoying the view of Marine drive, its in Bombay.
Uncle Dominic intrupted us by calling by the other side.
We stopped in front of zebra crossing. As the light turned red we made our way to uncle.
Mom and I.
she is quite enthusiastic to surprise great grandma, which she is planning from two months now.
We enjoyed our stay here in India. We went to Taj Mahal one of the seven Wonder in world and its so beautiful. The tour guide explained everything to us about its history. Its quite interesting. Its called as a 'crown of palace', which is ivory white marble mausoleum masterpiece of hard work. It's in Agra and very beautiful. We toured all over India and I must say its very beautiful country.
As we made our way towards uncle, there was a car coming towards us, which we didn't noticed until it's very close to us.
Mom pushed me as soon as she saw the car coming towards us and the car hit mom and she collapsed.
The driver was drunk
As people stopped their way to the loud accident voice the driver ran leaving his car behind.
I was in shock and the words ain't coming out of my mouth.
It was hit and run case and drunk drive.
Mom ...
Mom...
Only these words are playing in my mind.
Her fragile lifeless body is in front of me.
She died in front of me on the spot.
In a matter of second.
"Mommmm..." I screamed bolting awake from my horrifying nightmare.
It has been five years since my mom died but the sight of her death is still vivid in my memories, that come out as nightmare to me sometimes.
That driver got his punishment and he's still in a prison for his terrible attack. He was a thief who stole cars and that day he was so drunk that he had no sense to do anything besides the cars condition was really bad.
Thinking of that accident I'm still horrified so much that I got goosebumps.
I get these nightmares when I'm too afraid of something or when I'm weak or lost. Nowadays I get them too often. Not this only but I get nightmares in which there was fire, I didn't know if it was just a dream or a happened incident, that was also really vivid like I was there, like I saw everything, like I feel it but I don't remember it.
I got up, I'm still shaking from the nightmare.
I feel thirsty and hungry.
I didn't eat dinner.
Because, Valentine decided to feed it to floor rather than me. she threw my plate on floor and said it was mistake but from her mocking smirk, I knew that she did it on purpose.
Its fun for her.
To starve me.
Really? how can she stoop so low this way. What am I saying, she's Valentine I'm talking about.
I made my way downstairs towards pantry, to get myself something to eat.
As I was passing valentines room, which happens to be just besides stairs, that was biggest room of the house and the sight of beautiful flowers in garden of backyard are amazing from her room. On top, it has a big window which shows beautiful sunrise as well as sunset.
I heard some sounds as someone is in pain like someone's hurting her.
She was screaming.
I thought her abusive boyfriend was again torturing her so I stepped in her room without thinking twice barging in opening the door wide open with a loud thud in process.
The sight in front of me was embarrassing, she was laying on bed naked and some stranger was hovering her.
'How could you be so stupid?!' I scolded myself in my head.
How can she do that anyway she have a boyfriend. 'That's shouldn't be your concern right now.' my conscience replied.
Her boyfriend is in a college and very abusive and obssessive of her.
If he will find this, he will kill both of them.
I immediately covered my eyes with both of my hands, ready to exit, but the strangers voice stopped me on my track.
"Hey chick, wanna join us?" he asked with deep voice.
His idea disgusted me. Never in hell I'm doing this.
"Ask your sister that." I sarcastically said in disgusting voice lowering my hand slightly to glare at him.
"Oh my bad! I don't have one." came his mocking reply.
"By the way I love the idea of incest." he winked looking directly into my eyes.
When I gasped he pulled himself from her and my eyes lowered on his cock unexpectedly. It was my first time seeing something like this. I just got some information from sex education lessons and that's it. I didn't even watched porn before. I was so naive I didn't even knew what male genitals called but the guy besides me whispered in my ears that its actually called penis. The guy was shameless and he flirted with me a lot. I pushed my thoughts away.
I closed my eyes with both of my hands again turning to leave this time. I just want to be anywhere right now rather than here.
I was about to close the door behind me but, someone stopped it and turned me by my shoulder.
I came face to face with Valentine, she was now in her blue silk night robe that reached her mid thighs.
Suddenly she slapped me really hard saying, "How Dare You."
She slapped me.
It's not surprise to me, she already hit me with her fist so many times that left bruises behind, still not healing. I often buy make up, not for looking like dolls or covering my face with layers of foundations that all others do, no! but, I use it to cover my bruises with it.
"Apologize now bitch." said Valentine pulling my hairs and tilting my head above to face the guy she was screwing few minutes before.
"I.I am s.sor..ry." I stammered little afraid. The guy was a lot taller and muscular and his eyes were dark and has strange expression on his face.
She let go of my hairs and pushed me out of her room. I directly landed on the floor kissing my ass.
The cold floor came in contact with my lower body so effectively, that I can't stop tears rolling down my face showing pain. she smirked satisfactory knowing she did the right thing, slamming the door pushing my legs along with it which was spread in between door.
It scratched to my legs and my skin tormed off oozing blood from it, forming a big wound.
"Do not invade my privacy next time or else, I don't know myself what I'll do to you dumbo." Valentine yelled from other side.
I got up and got in bathroom to clean my wound. I really don't like peroxides, so I just cleaned it with soap and water.
I was still crying from pain not only physically I was hurt, but emotionally also.
I went back to kitchen.
I was still hungry, not able to sleep from nightmares and pain.
I looked at the hanging clock its 3:30 o'clock, in morning.
I got to the first floor towards the kitchen in search of leftovers. I opened the refrigerator and saw cheesecake in it, my mouth was watering from the sight. I mentally slapped myself to come to my senses. I know better to not mess with her food ever.
I can't eat it.
It was Valentines. she will create a huge scene, so I searched for leftovers, which I kept here after dinner secretly. In case, I will be in need of that.
She wanted to starve me. Really now! I have to sleep like this?
I'm hungry, but she locked all food cabinates, where I kept it, just great!
But, how did she know, only Justin knows. That idiot must have told her that.
I drank whole bottle of water to fill my tummy, which was growling. I sat on the island with empty bottle. I was about to refill the bottle but, when I heard foot steps coming downstairs, I stopped on my track, to see who is coming.
He was that guy who was fucking Valentine.
He was already leaving?
What was they, fuck buddies or what?
He doesn't seems loving type, so it must be only sex.
He stopped when he saw me, I was frightened, he turned and came towards me with smirk that says that 'I haven't finished with you yet.'
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