After all these years, I am finally going to meet them. The people I hate from the depth of my heart. People, whom I consider the worst scum of the world. Even upon hearing their name the disgust took over me as my whole being was filled with detest for them. I don't think I have hated anyone to that extent. Meeting him just spoils my mood but I have to. Filled with countless meaningless questions, I couldn’t help but to let the sensation of resentment rush in my veins, they sold me for money. I can expect this from Juliette but that Bastard has officially become an insensible asshole for me. But, deep down, somewhere in my heart… it hurts. I am happy to have a family consisting of Christian, Mother and Eugene but in a dark corner of my heart- not matter how much I try to ignore it; it hurts. It is painful to know about things you should have known.
We reached their place. Oh, what a nice home. Note the sarcasm. I formed a stoic face as a servant welcomed us to a lounge. A fake smile came to my lips as my mind was cursing loudly the person in front of me, Roger and his wife. Their smiles faded when they looked at me and the venom running in my core almost caused the vein to pop out because of them. I gave them a mocking smile and tried my best to contain my fuming anger but to no avail as I derisively spoke,
"Well, Hello Bastard, it's been a while. The last time I saw you, you were in jail for hitting me and look, now you daughter is in jail. Like father, like daughter." He scowled when he heard it, "What do you want?"
"Hey, We met after such a long time and that's how you talk to me? Looks like you forgot what I did last time." The scorn in my voice enraged them as I felt good to see them like this. I can feel their anger which was giving me eerie satisfaction. Wallow in misery you low people.
"By the way, I am here to say that I am grateful to that bitch who gave birth to me." They seemed surprised. Of course they didn’t expect me to know about this after all these years but then I continued, "If I wasn't born. I would never have the best mother in the world. Amelia Skye. The best brother in the world; Eugene Skye and the best best husband ever; Christian Elvis. I am so happy that you guys disowned me. Oh, my bad, Sold me." Mockery lingered from my every word but I truly meant it.”I am happy that I am not your daughter, I never want to be a daughter of someone heartless as Juliette who can sell her own kid for money.” I taunted, glaring at her. She didn’t say anything and looked away.
I then closed my arms at my chest and rolled my eyes from them. “But you know what?” I turned my attention to the Bastard as all my amusement and jeer was replaced by my detest and the fiery fire of wrath.
"I rather die than to become the daughter of a bastard like you!" I yelled at him.
"I am also blessed that I don't have to bear an ungrateful child like you." He hissed.
"Ungrateful? What have you ever done for me? Fuck off dude, you are nothing but scum. You have never fulfilled your single duty as my Father so don’t call me ungrateful." I ridiculed him. When he cannot love me, how can I love him? He grit his teeth as he took a step closer and Christian came in between to stop him from coming closer.
"I am not alone. I have my husband with me. Watch your actions." I warned him. “ I said sternly.
"You know it Sophie. You are the reason all this happens. If you weren't born then none of this would have happened. Everyone would be happy." This time the bitch spoke up.
"Oh, then the bitch who gave birth to me would have thought about it. She should have killed me rather than dying over money, isn't it?" I sneered and my heart began to think of them as a contempt. My heart broke when I said it, it was hard to say such things. She looked away again in shame when I told her the reality.
"Get out of my house." Roared the Bastard.
"I don't even want to stay in this house of sins. Who knows their evildoing might be contagious." I scoffed as I turned to leave.
"And your Christian, who has done things more depraved than us?" Another taunt about Christian. I can hear anything about me but whenever someone talks about him, it boils my blood. I don’t why but I won’t tolerate anything about him. I turned and glared at Roger. I walked towards him and pushed Christian aside a little. He looked at me slightly.. scared? Of what? Anyways, I gave a death glare to Roger and hissed,
"Don't you dare to even call his name. You are not even worth it."
"I am only speaking the truth." His firm voice is causing me to lose my senses. His very existence is evoking my anger and talking bad about Christian is a source for me to let out all those agonizing emotions and I took advantage of it. I really want to hit that Bastard for being a useless being.
"He is a murderer. The most morally wicked guy you can ever-" Before he finished his sentence I punched him hard in the jaws. If something I get from him is definitely physical strength. I punched him again. I held his collar with one hand and punched him hard again and again. His wife tried to interfere but I pushed her away. I am thankful that Christian didn't stop me, he knows that this guy deserved it and if he knows it too that if he interferes, I will hit him too because I am beyond angry and I want to let this out.
After being satisfied that I took out my anger, I pushed him away. I am amazed that he didn't fight back rather he refrained himself.
Blood flowed from the corner of his lips as they are slightly swollen now.
"Don't you dare to talk about him ever again!" I threatened him and walked away.
I sat in the car and looked at my slightly bloodied knuckles. I grit my teeth and cursed under my breath. Christian came as he smirked but I am not in the mood of games.
"Good job." He praised me as I glared at him and snarled, "Shut up."
He put his index finger over his lips and nodded as we went home without exchanging any other words..
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I stood under the shower as the water drench my petite form. I looked at my knuckles that slightly hurt. I wish these feelings would wash away with the water but I know they are craved in my soul and I can't remove them as they are causing a commotion in my mind. The state of agony that is killing me slowly. My heart broke to pieces. How can they hide such important things for me? Isn’t my existence significant enough to be aware of what I should? Why me of all people? I ran my hands in my hair as I closed my eyes.
What am I? How can they hide all these things from me? Do I have a life of my own? Christian already told me that I was sold so why after knowing everything, it hurts a lot. My mother is not my mother, my husband is the person I used to dream about. We can be so much more than that. He turned our relation into a source of sexual pleasure. He turned our eternal source of gratification into a dusty tomb. The feeling of heartbreak is so overwhelming. And even after knowing that, I still want to be with Christian. I was supposed to be angry that he should have come to me and fulfilled his promise to make me his bride. I know Aunt must have told him all her life but still he decided to push me away.
Abyssal thoughts came to my mind as I felt utterly broken as I don't have any emotion left in me and after putting a strong affectation for so long… I broke.