Chapter 26: ★Life isn’t fair★

    ~Chapter 26~

    KATYA

    "Katya...dear." A voice woke me up from my slumber, almost falling off the small couch I was swished on.

    Slowly opening my eyes, I groggily looked around. The soft glow of the nightlight in the room made me blink softly.

    "Katya." My name was called again. Waking me up completely. Sitting up with a start while rubbing off the sleep from my eyes to see Miss Stella as she slowly tries to sit up from her lying form.

    I hurriedly stood from my uncomfortable spot, quickly walking towards her, helping her sit up.

    "What are you doing here?" she asked, confused, looking at me as I sat beside her on the bed, holding onto her arm. I leaned my head softly against her shoulder.

    "I came to watch over you. You suddenly fell, and I didn’t want that to happen again." Miss Stella’s gaze drifted off, her eyes clouding over with thick emotions as I explained.

    "Miss Stella," Called out softly, trying to bring her back to the present. "hmm" She hummed in response but her eyes still distant.

    "Are you sick?" I asked the question that had been nagging me inside since the moment she fell.

    Her hand froze in mine, and she slowly withdrew it, making me raise my head, concerned, and met her gaze.

    We just looked at each other, the atmosphere slowly shifting to an uncomfortable one. Her usual nice and sweet smile wasn’t on her face, making me feel like I asked a question that wasn’t supposed to be asked.

    "Miss Stella, please tell me what’s wrong," Pleading, my voice barely audible but she heard. She had become like a mother figure to me, and seeing her like this was tearing me apart. Her gaze slowly dropped from me, and she began to say, "I’m....I’m.. Ahk....ahk." She coughed furiously, giving me a heart attack.

    And I sprang to my feet, my heart thudding with worry, scanning the room frantically for water but didn’t see any.

    shit....shit...shit

    "I’m coming, please, I’m coming, let me go get water from the kitchen." I reassured her, trying to keep my voice calm as I quickly left her side, opening the door quietly before hurrying out into the hallway in haste.

    Thankfully I didn’t see anyone in the hallway, saving me from some awkward questions about why I wasn’t asleep.

    Miss Stella had given me strict instructions to not go out the hallways at night when I first came here, she said it was dangerous and I can be deemed as a spy but I don’t care, right now all I’m focused on was getting miss Stella water.

    I hastened my pace, retrieving the water and making my way back to miss Stella room while chanting in my head. please be okay.

    She was all I had in the messed up mansion, and anxiety was eating me up with how hesitant she was in tell me what’s wrong.

    Almost reaching the door, a body swiftly blocked it, giving me the scare of my life. My heart dropped out my chest as I stumbled backward, the water almost splashing out from the glass.

    I gasped, my eyes widening in surprise as I took in the towering figure before me. ~Mr Salvatore~ He stood half-naked with just some loose joggers hanging low on his waist, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned abdomen.

    His gaze swept over me, lingering on my disheveled appearance. A flush rose to my cheeks as I stand frozen in my oversized tee shirt and shorts. His eyes drifted to my neck, and I mine involuntarily went to his exposed chest.

    Where a stunning rose tattoo sprawled across his skin.

    The design began on his left chest, curving elegantly up towards his neck, where a single rose that looks to be falling sat, the tattoo moved around his muscles highlighting them further.

    He stepped closer, his face inches from mine with a darkened expression. My eyes darted around the hallway, searching for an escape as I stepped back. "Why weren’t you in your room?" His voice low and very menacing.

    My back hit the wall with a thud and looked up at him, my eyes couldn’t looked at him in the eyes and I can’t look at his chest too. My lips parted, but no words came out.

    Only stuttering, "I... I...uh," my eyes going over to miss Stella door, hoping she was still alright and good.

    My face was grapped harsh in a tight grip, his fingers digging into my skin, making me wince, trying to pull away.

    "Sneaking out in the night now, I see. I always knew you were a prostitute," he spat, his words cutting deep within me. My eyes flashed with anger, and I was about raising my hands to throw a quick but deadly slap.

    But then, I remember who I was, I was his slave, a worthless being. Deserving of all the hate in the world and all the pain. My father must be laughing at me from his grave, seeing how much I’m still suffering.

    Tear pricked around my eyes, ~no, don’t show weakness, it only leads to more pain~ But everything is so painful, from the day I was born everything was hard.

    Now, to add to the deep injury. I’m being called a prostit...ahh. The words were deep, like a knife twisting and twisting in my guts.

    His grip tightened, his eyes blazing with fury as he asked in a possessive tone that made my stomach turn."Who were you visiting? Who dared touch you without my permission?" His voice was cold. But how dare he?.

    How dare he call me that and still ask about who I was visiting? Why did he even care? I’m his slave, for crying out loud.

    If I was a prostitute, it was none of his fucking business. I wanted to scream all that in his face, to tell him to back the fuck off and leave me the hell alone. But I withheld my anger.

    Biting it back like a bitter pill. Miss Stella was still in her room, and I didn’t want to disturb her. Nor did I need to waste more time on this conversation as she needs water.

    "I’m sorry," I muttered, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. I wasn’t sorry, not one bit. Not in this life or the next.

    But I had to act pitiful, just like I had been forced to do my whole life.

    Always scared, always waiting for the next my next beating session and the next blow to fall onto me.

    An exhausting, living like this was not worth living. But what choice did I have?

    Tried countless times to self harm but still survived. Tried finding many ways to survive this nightmare but was still dragged back.

    Almost beaten to my death but survived that too. Tried to act tough for my death to come quickly but that only seems to amuse the devil to let me live more.

    No matter how hard I tried, I always survived. Always managing to cling to life even when it was cruel to me.

    Life isn’t fair and I’d learned the hard way, taught that lesson over and over, until it was seared into my very soul.

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    Sick but surviving, I’m trying to write many Chapters and mass release them but my body isn’t working please bare with me the 2 Chapters a day. ):

    Thanks for reading