Chapter 9: Heavy Is The Crown.

"Dad…" Genevieve stood up terrified, her mother had this surprised look on her face.

"David…" Miranda uttered in a bleak.

"Sam! Sam!" David yelled in a loud voice and a few minutes later both Sam and Tia stepped down the stairs.

Married for almost twelve years, Tia and Sam had no children...and they didn't even want it.

Tia was more focused on her beauty, her curvy figure and beautiful skin were all she was worried about, while Sam was into young girls.

David was fuming with anger when his brother asked the matter he couldn't help but yell at him.

"Sam! What do you think of yourself?" David grabbed the collar of his shirt and asked aggressively.

Tia gasped putting both of her hands on her mouth while Miranda stood silently.

"I tolerate you enough...Sam, this has become your habit. First, my wife and now my daughter!"

Both Genevieve and Tia we're astonishingly shocked.

Sam when his younger days used to flirt with his brother's girlfriend, Miranda.

At times she ignored it but when the things got out of hand, she let her boyfriend, David know about it.

When David and Miranda got married they lived separately while Sam lived alone, later he got married and moved in with Tia.

"Get out of my house!" he stated sternly, pushing him away.

"But...brother…" Sam was unaware, he wasn't expecting Genevieve to tell everything to her parents.

"You were harassing...first my wife. And now, my daughter!" Hearing this, Tia was in a trance.

The colour drained off Sam's face as if he was caught red-handed. 

David has been silent for years, he when heard what his wife has said about Sam he simply moved out.

David didn't want to fight with his brother but now he had enough.

"Brother!" Sam pleaded in a shaky tone.

Tia stepped forward to slap her husband, she was raging with resentment.

"Why? Tell me, why?" Tia grabbed the collar of his shirt and asked in an annoyed tone.

Miranda gestured to Genevieve to go upstairs while the elders were talking.

Tia kept on slapping him when Sam finally slapped his wife so hard that she fell on the floor.

Within a moment she began to quiver on the floor, holding her stomach.

Miranda ran to help her while David pulled Sam away.

"Sam!" he yelled then asked Miranda, "What happened?"

"I don't know, let's take her to hospital…" she suggested.

The shrieks of Tia were too loud and Genevieve was looking from upstairs when Sam blurted out, "She's overreacting. It's nothing…"

"Sam.  " Miranda cuts David off speaking terrified, "David.. "

Her eyes wide open and she stared at the blood coming from Tia's legs.

David and Sam became worried when the elders took Tia to the hospital, Genevieve called her friends to stay with her.

That night they came to know that Tia was pregnant however she had a miscarriage.

Unexpectedly Griffin let out a gasp snapping back from the moment and took a deep breath.

Her facial expressions were just like she has been feeling all of the things happening very closely.

"She was being pestered, my Lord…" Griffin informed Lord Nathan who walked forward, his arms still crossed onto his chest and he uttered, "Careful, Griffin. I want to know everything. Take me to her fantasy world…" he had this wry smirk on his face and the enchantress did exactly what the master told her to.

*Back to Genevieve's mind*

"No! My parents can't die! No! Please!" there was Genevieve, dressed in a beautiful black maxi gown, a black coloured diamond-cut heavy crown was placed elegantly on her head, her hair was let loose in bouncy curls, a natural-looking makeup on her face.

It was the night of the custom party in her college and she was dressed as the Queen...the powerful Queen. 

The only flaw upon her was...the black tears flowing down from her eyes.

Her mascara was ruined by now and Genevieve was in deep trauma.

She got unexpected startling news about the death of her parents.

"It was a car crash…" Tia spoke in a sympathetic tone.

And for Genevieve was like her whole world had been torn apart...the terrible feeling deep down in her heart was making it hard for her to condone.

She still couldn't accept the fact that her parents were now dead.

Genevieve mourned and cried, she languished over.

She felt like the rug swept from under her, the realization that she would never see or meet her parents again struck her.

The moment her eyes laid upon her uncle Sam, rage flushed down her veins as she noticed the smirk on his evil face.

"You did this! Didn't you?" hitting him two times in the chest, Genevieve was going mad in wrath.

"Enough!" with a swift movement, Sam got hold of her hands and pushed her back, Genevieve fell on the floor.

Her uncle and aunt were awful people and she got sure about it now.

"Get your shit together, babygirl…" Sam spoke in a disgusted tone.

"Yeah, go to your room. Enough with the bullshit. Your parents are dead now!" 

Genevieve never expected Tia to behave like this.

She had no one now and her parents will never come back.

That night Genevieve cried like an insane person, her eyes were blood red and puffy, she was broke...all alone in this cruel world.

Only at the mercy of her uncle and the aunt.

A few days passed after the funeral and Genevieve was sitting on the grave of her parents, tears in her eyes, she had no friends now.

Tia has lied about her to her friends that all of them ended the friendship with her.

It was only Abbey, she put a hand on her shoulder. Both of the girls withdrew the dried leaves from the grave.

Genevieve remained in her bedroom all day, with the locked door.

She was hungry one night when she was walking down and heard some voices coming from Sam and Tia's room.

"Tell me, now. Sam. You were involved with Genevieve."

"Oh, she is a slut. She was trying to throw herself on me…" he spoke casually.

Genevieve felt victimized in her own house. And now her mother or father was not there to help her.

Tears streamed down her face and she went back to her room, locking the door, she wept sitting on the floor.

Sam and Tia often invited their friends and Tia's side of the family.

Whenever Genevieve stepped down the stairs, she noticed a new face.

One day she stepped down the stairs in a tank top with denim shorts and a man laid his eyes on her.

The way he was gawking at her made Sam's blood boil.

Sam was sitting having wine with his friends, with a clenched jaw he uttered, "Go upstairs!"

"Who is this sexy girl?" the drunk man rubbed his chin with a brooding smirk on his face.

"She is my daughter!" Sam glowered with a heavy voice.

When his friends went away, he rushed upstairs after gulping his wine.

Genevieve was sitting on her bed, reading a book. And she forgot to lock her door so he barged in.

Sam looked like some sort of a monster, with bloodshot eyes and raised ears he hastened up to her while she tried to run.

He caught and grabbed her arms, pushing her onto the wall and she let out the shrieks.

"Aunt Tia!" 

"Help me!" 

"Please!"

His hot breaths and stingy wine breath hit directly on her nose when he cocked her head to the other side.

Grabbing her chin roughly he murmured, "You've caused me enough troubles, for now, Genevieve…"

She was trying constantly to shove him away hence the man was a stronger one.

She was nothing in front of him.

Sam pulled out his belt from his pants and made her hands tied with it.

She kept on pleading and crying and shrieking, her screams echoed around the house.

He pushed her towards the bed and within a second she fell on it, Sam got on top of her, she was laying on her stomach.

Sam pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor.

"No! Please!" she begged endlessly.

"Call your parents! Where are they, now?"

"Shout as much as you can. No one will help you…"

he began to kiss her neck and she could only cry.

Tia twisted the doorknob and stepped in the house, her hands full with the shopping bags, she heard the noises coming from upstairs.

Tia tilted her head to look at the empty glasses and bottles of wine and understood what had happened there.

She dropped all the shopping bags and rushed upstairs.

"Cry as much as you like! Let's see how much of a virgin you are..." Sam was so close to ripping her shirt and she was pestering underneath him.

"No!" she pleaded loudly.

"Sam!" Tia shouted rushing inside the room, pushing her husband away from the girl.

"Aunt Tia!" Genevieve had the hope in her eyes now, her voice a little shaky.

"Tia! She has been asking me to fuck her!" Sam like any shameless man would lie this time too.

Tia walked forward to unbelt her hands and then turned to slap her husband.

"Fuck you! You are trying to cheat on me!" Tia yelled aggressively.

Running a hand through his hair, he became silent as if the cat got his tongue.

"Get lost, Sam!" his wife declared fiercely.

Her eyes crinkled when Tia went to her and sat beside her.

"Are you okay?" asked the aunt.

Terrified Genevieve could not utter a word and Tia was frightened deep down.

If she calls the cops at this time, Sam would have been in jail.

"Leave...me alone…" she managed to stutter with continuous tears flowing off her eyes.

"Look, Genevieve. If I helped you today doesn't mean I am on your side. I know how my husband is. I did not save you today for you...but me. I did this for me. I have no sympathy for you...just know, you will suffer here more than anything."

"Why do you hate me so much?" Genevieve asked in a rush.

"Why not? You had everything once...when we were homeless. Your parents raised you to be a good girl. And yet we have no children. Everything I wished for, Miranda had it. A loving husband, a lavish house, money and a beautiful daughter. Don't. I deserve this all?" 

"It's not our fault that you don't have such things…" Genevieve's voice was gruff.

"Of course, not. Don't you understand? I wanted to destroy your family. And it's just destroyed now...so easy that your parents are dead now. And without them you are nothing."

"Tia! You are such a gold-digging slut!" Genevieve spoke in a pathetic tone and got a hot slap on her face.

"Dare to talk to me in such a tone again and you will see who the real slut is…" 

Tia stood up to walk a few steps then stopped to inform, "From now on you will do the house chores. This is not your parent's house at all but my husband and I rule it!"

Closing the door behind her, Tia chuckled to leave.

Genevieve sobbed clutching the picture frame of her parents near to her heart.

An hour passed by and it was midnight, and an idea popped on her mind.

She decided to run away from this house...in this house, she has enemies living here.

Her uncle wants to harass her and fuck her while her aunt wants her to be a maid of this house…

Packing a small bag she changed her clothes and unfolded the window, she threw the bag on the ground and jumped off the window.

It was the only floor and she hissed in the pain while she hurt her knee.

The white jeans from the knee side was a little red...but she grabbed her bag running away from there.

Griffin went back to reality so was Nathan.

Taking a deep breath, he uttered, "Woah! That was a lot…"

"What now, my Lord?" asked the enchantress and he blinked his eyes twice responding, "time to pay them back. Isn't it, Griffin?" and the woman let out a wicked grimace.