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How can you lose something you never have?
I was born without love, my mother is a mistress of an old politician. She wants attention, she wants money so i became a collateral in her schemes to became my father's second wife.
How would you react when the person who suppose to love and care you the most makes your life a living hell?
The beating starts when I'm just four years old, she could pinch my ear or my arm. The more i grow up, the more she would beat me, when I'm twelve years old my whole body is black and blue to the bruised i recieve from her. She would beat everytime—the smallest scraping sound when i move my chair; one slap. The clicking of the silverware on my plate; comes another one. When i talk to her in a loud voice; a spank. When in a quite voice; she would be angry and then came her fist.— She would punish me for something i don't have any control off, heck i even start to think that she beats me just for the fun of it.
What would your reaction be when you realize she beats you then blatantly lie when someone ask about the bruise?
My mother would always lie that the reason I'm like this is because I'm a clumsy child. She would keep saying that she is just a klutz and her skin is easily bruised. I guess my skin does bruised easily, a pale skin white as a paper. All off them brush it off when mother explains to them, sometimes i could see in there eyes that they don't quite believe my mother but well why would they be concern about me anyway when even my parents doesn't care about me? My father just doesn't care about me, he could just say some superficial words of concern when he sees my bruised and other than that, then nothing.
I've became a some kind of ghost in this house
The beating stops when i reach my eighteen years of age. Then it seems like everyone forgotten my existence, but i like it, do now have a peace and quite moment where i don't have to always on the look out to my mother when she came to beat me up when she is in a wrong mode. When I graduated on high school—home schooled style. I became addicted to reading. The library is full of non fiction works and when i finished reading it all, i started to read the fictional one, fiction where we can have magic powers, where beautiful womans go to the ball or some sort of celebration wishing and wanting that the prince or the handsome leading man would love her, care for her and swipe her right under her feet and dance all the way to their happily ever after.
What is love?
What is care?
What is even a want?
For me, i don't dare to want, i don't dare to wish, because when you have nothing, then you have nothing to lose.
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My peaceful days disrupted when my father called me to go in his study, where in there everybody is in—my mother, my fathers first wife, my step-sister and step-brother.
I have a bad feelings about this meeting but i stays silent and look for a chair to sit to.
"Sydney, your fiance would be in here in an hour to get you. You are going to live in his house from now on so go and pack your stuff." father broke the silence when he uttered this word.
"Daddy!" my step-sisters indignant voice can be heard amidst the hustle and bustle of the place. "how could you daddy, I'm supposed the fiancee not her."
"shut up! What i says goes! Now go pack your bags now!" he shouts before angrily get ups and go to the door slamming it shut when he goes out.
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A pants, shirts and other article of clothing are currently in askew on sydneys bed. Maids keep going to the walk in closet, getting stuffs and putting it on the luggages on the floor.
"A fiance?" mutters sydney to herself before looking at her room.
How she so wants to just run, go away and forget everything but she knows that she can't. Her father would surely find her and when he does, she doesn't want to know the punishment she would recieve.
"well, i guess it's not that bad" i can finally leave here, if her fiance would not forbid her, she likes to learn how to bake pastries and cook foods. "i just have to be positive, if worse came to worse then i can still read some books"
"maam, do you want to bring your books with you? Should we pack it for you maam?" rose one of the maids ask inclining her head to where the book case is built by.
I nodded before going to the book case.
"I can't possibly bring them all so i would just bring my favourite ones so i do needed your assistance."
Before noon, all of my stuffs are pack, luggages and cartoon boxes are already in the front yard ready to be sent out. My father is currently talking to my husband to be in his office. He come in one hour ago but i haven't even seen his face yet so I'm kind of curious, the maid said the his name is Adam Williams, a filthy rich CEO who start his own business when he is a teenager. He bacame successful that he dominate the electronic industries, a businessman savvy who know what he is doing despite his tender age of 25. When they are talking about him, they make it so that he looks perfect, a gentleman, philanthropist and most importantly a very handsome man.
When i heard that, i became curious that why would he wants to marry me, then father says that the marriage arrangement are done by our grandparents thinking that someday one of there grandson and granddaughter whould wed and make them became one family. In fact they just want one of their grandchildren to be wedded that they don't even put names and just put the arrangement in there children's lap hoping that they would fullfill it.
Against the water falling in the fountain in front of our house, i can hear a footsep coming by, I guess that's my fiance so i decided to face him to look at the "perfect specimen" that the woman in the house keeps talking about.
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