Chapter Three

      "Let me out of here you ....you arrgggh." screaming loudly I angrily fling the laptop on my table across my room, it hit the wall and then fell with a crash on the ground of my room.

People would think I was just being unreasonable but that wasn't true and if I wanted to I had every right to be unreasonable. Like always, they were making me leave again to somewhere else probably because of what I did to Janice but within me I knew it wasn't that, I knew that they already arranged for me to leave the moment I returned I was lucky to have been allowed to spend up to a month here now it was time to go but I didn't want to, anywhere else would have been better but not to Caleb’s. Hell no I couldn't and because I had blatantly refused I was beaten and then locked up in my room with guards stationed all around, they even had a few of them stand outside just below my window someone would think there was a criminal in here. 

Banging the door one last time I press my back on the against the door and slowly I slid down. Tears clung painfully to my throat but I refused to cry even if my heart wanted nothing but that, I wasn't going to let myself break. My hands find my pockets, taking out a cigarette stick I place it in between my lips before lighting it, I took a long drag and then shut my eyes tightly and exhaled.

I always wondered why I had to keep my eyes open if the light and the darkness still felt the same. It was dark even when the sun was up it was dark when the sun was down it was dark in mind and my heart couldn't take even a little bit of light even if it wanted to.

There was always a dark thought in my head and since no one wanted me, depression and addiction made themselves my permanent companions, there wasn't a day when I didn't pick up a drink or light a cigarette just to forget this pain.

I opened my eyes again and thought for the thousandth time.  "why did they hate me so much?” I have no clue why they hate me to this extent, I have no idea what it was that I did to deserve such cruel treatments.

If I kept replaying this same question in my head I'll never get an answer.

An hour later I add another cut to my hand a sick smile on my face as I watched as blood dripped from my wrist, with it came relief. My hands were decorated with so much cuts you'd think they were tattoos. They were constant reminders of all the pain I've felt, the pain I'm still going through. One cut, two cuts and I could breath properly again.

Turning on the faucet I place my hands under the tap and let the water wash away the blood as I gritted my teeth in pain. I splashed some water on my face too and then combed my hands through my curls as I looked into the mirror.

I had crazy brown curls that kind of matched with my brown eyes and skin, they made me skeptical about the fact that I was a member of this family, everything about me looked different from theirs. My hair, eyes, skin colour, the small features didn't even match theirs, the only indication that I was a member of this family was the fact that I looked a little like my mother.

I lit another cigarette just to calm myself and stop myself from thinking too much but that didn't seem to work as the words Janice spoke to me earlier today when I had first said no to their decision rushed back into my head.

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"You should go okay? I mean look at the number of piercings on your face even your tongue and fingers are pierced do you think you'll look good on us?”

"We are people of a higher class, we should always look good, be reasonable and act sophisticated and cultured but ....." She had drawled for a second before continuing.

"But you are none of these, you do not act sophisticated neither are cultured you fight at every chance that you get and throw childish tantrums and that definitely does not look good on us."

The smile on her face wiped off. “we’re a trophy family Bethany and you do not look good on us you belong no where near us please go away, far away from us, we have jobs for Christ sake and we can't afford to have a little fly as yourself ruin that.” with that she brushed past me.

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              My hands remained folded across my chest as she spoke, my face remained void of emotions I didn't let my eyes betray what I felt on the inside I didn't let her know that her know that her words had gotten to me.

Since they wanted me gone then I'd be gone then I won't fight them anymore I'd just do as they want.

           Caleb was here by six the next morning, he sat with his family for breakfast and by seven we made our way to the airport since our flight was scheduled for eight-thirty. I spat on my sister's face when she sent me a sly smile. My holy spit wiped the fucking smile off her stupid face, I showed her my middle finger before slamming the doors of the car in her face. Allan wasn't at home to say goodbye to me I knew I'd miss his cheerful voice.

From the beginning of the journey to the end of journey no words passed between Caleb and myself even if Caleb tried to talk to me I didn't notice because I had my headphones on.

By afternoon we arrived at Caleb's lousy mansion.

There was a large white gate and his six storey building was painted in white, the whole compound was decorated with different types of flower a water fountain stood in the middle of the compound a garage by the side, a small bungalow stood by the side of the building.

The interior was precious, beautiful chandeliers hung in the both the sitting room and the dinning room, expensive leather couch and the largest TV screen I've ever seen in my life hung on the wall. Pictures of his family hung everywhere on the walls of the sitting room, the house had a homely touch which was weird, I didn’t expect Caleb’s home to be anything like Mae’s.

"Babe you're back." before I knew it Caleb had a small lady in his arms, their laughter filled the whole house.

I furrow my brows in confusion as the both of them swapped saliva ....ewww.

"Who are you?" I asked curiously.

"Oh hello Bethany it's me Luciana." the smile on her face as she introduced herself made me feel sick, it was like she was ready to act like my savior.

I tilt my head as I observe her. "you know me?"

"Yes I met you for the first time at the wedding, remember?"

"Hmm, you aren't so important then if I don't remember you."

"Bethany!" Caleb exclaimed harshly. "You're speaking to my wife!"

I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly, “so? Not like she's some sort of goddess or is she?"

Unconsciously I pull out a cigarette from my pocket to smoke.

"She's my wife, my partner and my assistant if I were you I'd respect her."

I blew out smoke. "we'll see bout that show me to my room already, hope it's painted white and black though and I hope one part of the wall was left blank."

"Bethany.” Caleb started, he rubbed his fingers on his forehead, "you don't smoke or drink or cuss in this house."

I frown, “and why not?"

"Because we have kids in the house dear and you know kids pick up bad habits quickly, the face rings on your face should be removed too." Luciana said with a smile. Geez I hated this lady. 

"I won't smoke where your kids are but I definitely will when I'm in my room and if you think I'll take out this rings then think again babe cause this things stays."

Luciana only smiled at me even though she could have done more than that. It felt weird like I was meeting Aunt Mae for first time again and to be honest I didn't want that, I didn't have it in me to care about anyone anymore.