Freya's POV
She twirls and twirls till her wrathful gaze drops on me.
"You're an eyesore to this family, the worst blunder your father has ever made. Freya, you're nothing but rotten luck for us "She yelled at me at the top of her lungs, her red-hot eyebrows furrowed.
I froze in place as her words slammed into me like a hammer. My mouth shivered involuntarily and my eyes were wide open. My heart was racing inside my chest as if it wanted to break free from its confinement.
"You are not allowed here anymore, so get out! Get out now!" She yelled again, as loud as she possibly could.
This time, I couldn't endure it anymore, I might die at this rate if I keep on enduring all these endless pains.
With trembling hands, I grabbed the bag containing all my stuff and rushed towards the door. But before I could reach for the handle, someone pushed me hard from behind. The force of the push sent me flying into the wall, making me fall to the floor.
"Are you truly leaving with all that stuff? Thief! ....when did you have such a heavy dross of yours?"Larryl yelled at me.
If Only my mum was alive, of course, I trust my dad. If only he was alive, he wouldn't have allowed me to be treated like trash.
My life sucks since the day my parents died...
I don't know what else to say or do, I just want to leave this place where I'm being hated by everyone, even my own blood. However, the question is
"Where will I go after leaving this place?"
Failing to answer that question made me stagnate inside this house with my Uncle's brutal empire, fully fortified by my cutthroat Aunt and surrounded by my malefic siblings.
Hell!
I've spent my last ten years living in this hell's hole, and I still haven't found any way out of this mess.
Even though my greatest wish is to leave this house forever. However, I feel like dying now that I've been forcibly sent out of the house.
"Where should I go?"I kept on asking myself these questions, as tears rolled down my cheeks.
Mr. Dalton Balerick is my Father's immediate younger brother, whom I regard as my Honeypie when Dad was still alive, but after his death? He became an acrid pie for me.
Every new day brings joy to some people, unfortunately, I'm not one of them. It was as if the heavens intentionally put me in this situation as if my funny lifestyle is a cinema to the heavens to quench their thirst for gratification.
"Zip off the bag, let's see the amount of what she's stolen from us", my Aunt mouthed as her daughter grasped the bag from my hands and poured down all my luggage on the floor.
My eyes watered as I watched them rummage through my belongings, they were looking for something, anything that I stole from them, I could tell that much.
"What's this? Is this her diary?", asked the girl as she picked up a small black book from my bag.
"It's mine!"I yelled at her, but she ignored me and continued reading whatever was written in the book.
"Why did you bring this here? It's dangerous, why didn't you burn it instead of bringing it here?", said the girl as she read further.
By the time I'd sprint forward to grab it from her, she tore it into pieces and hurled its shattered pieces across the room.
It was my Secret Diary containing my Dad's life and sweet experiences with my mum. What hurts me most is the only picture of my family I could save from getting burned by my uncle, I kept it safely inside the Diary for years, until now that it's torn to pieces.
"Why exactly do I deserve all these pains? Why are you also heartless like this sister?", I wept bitterly.
"Sister? Do you just refer to me as a sister? You were such a sucker. Do you recall me as your sister when you snuck out of the home to squander fruits and flowers on your ostensibly parents' grave? My mother has been looking after you for years, and you've never been pleased enough to purchase her an Apple, yet you didn't hesitate to spend all of those Apples and fruits on an ordinary useless tombstone. Where did you get the money to buy the fruit? Of course, I suspected you were a thief and a dirty harlot "She mockingly gnashed her teeth at me.
She's referring to my late parents' grave when she says "useless gravestone." One would have believed I was being punished for hampering them more, but in reality, it's because I was caught carrying out the memorial service for my parents who passed away.
With full wrath and anger, I pounced on her with the intent of avenging the Diary she tore, when my Aunt grasped my cloth from behind, drew me back, and ripped my clothes to pieces.
Seeing this, her daughter also joined the game as they set their claws on my clothes and started tearing them in a rancorous manner.
I was pushed out of the house that late night, with a torn cloth revealing my two puffy breasts which I covered shamefully with my two hands.