Broken Wings

chapter 3

Amara's POV

It's been a whole week since I've been living in this mansion and i haven't seen a single soul other than Miss kimson.

My brothers are not at home or so i think because i can't hear any of their voices.

The first day when i came here, i went to have my lunch. But no one was there to eat with me. When i asked Miss kimson about it, she would just avoid my questions and change the subject.

I couldn't eat properly as i wasn't used to it. Even If I do eat something, i end up puking my guts out.

I wanted to meet my brothers but they haven't come to meet me yet. I was feeling abandoned and lonely.

I roam around the house to pass my time but I'm mostly in the library.

At night, i would sometimes hear some noises but i would be too tired to check it out.

Didn't they want me? Weren't they the one who agreed to take me in? Then why were they avoiding me or ignoring me?

Do they know about John and what he did to me?

Are they disgusted at me?

Everyday i would wait for them to show up and introduce themselves. I haven't even seen their faces yet.

After a whole week, I finally accepted my fate. It was in my destiny to be alone and i guess no one can change that.

I was feeling weak day by day. The pain on my back has decreased to some extent but still, there were some fresh wounds left.

The pain in my ribs has gotten worse.
I just wanted peace for once in my life but i think there's no such thing as peace in my life.

I was drowning in the ocean of emptiness. And it looks like no one is interested in being me back to the surface.

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" Shut up bitch! Your ugly voice is making me mad!" He said slapping my face continuously. I was crying because i was scared of the punishment.

I was hungry and wanted to eat something, so i ate a bread secretly but they both found me eating and took me to the basement. It was one of their absurd rules which i had to obey. If I failed to obey them, i would get severe punishment.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry! Please don't!" I said, nearly screaming those words out as he held my arm behind me and started twisting it.

My mom stood in front of me and held my face in her perfectly manicured hands.

Her nails were digging into my face, leaking out specks of blood.

"It's too late for that honey. You should have thought about it before you decided to disobey us" she said, smirking.

They both started kicking me, which made me lay in fetal position.

After what felt like hours, they both stopped.

They left the basement, locking the door behind them.