Uncle Carlos and Steve are on a business trip and one week has pass by since I have joined the college. I have made many friends, girls, and guys but the bond I share with Noah is beyond explainable. We are often seen together and our friends tease us for being secretly in love but I have never been in love. I don't know what it feels like to be in love but I know for sure that being with Noah is one thing I like. We are very good friends and nothing else. I don't care what other people think about us. Sitting with Samantha in my room, we are talking about boys. She is more interested in knowing if someone is interested in me or if I like someone in school. We giggle together just like we are friends, and I share everything with her. “Well, there is this boy…” I say and watch Samantha’s grin widen on her beautiful face. I tell her about Noah, and she is excited to see him. “Well, he is coming to pick me up for the party,” I say, and she says that she is looking forward to seeing h
Raya“Raya, you are such a disobedient little brat. I don’t want you in my house. Leave right now!” My mom's mean words hurt me a lot. Her angry voice makes me feel scared and small. I can feel how mad she is at me, and it's heavy on my heart.Across from me, a man in his late forties who is said to be my father sits on the sofa, speaking up, urging my mother to reconsider. "Amanda, don’t just kick her out yet. Who will do the house chores if you kick her out?" I see my mom's anger start to go away, and she looks like she's thinking. There's a hint of reconsideration in her eyes, but she's still looking at me with a mean look.Even though things are tense, I hold onto a small hope that this argument might help improve our difficult relationship."No, William. She is a thief. She has stolen my diamond earrings!" My mother's accusing words are aimed at my father and me, weighing heavily on me and causing my heart to race as I struggle to understand the betrayal in her tone.I sit ther
I stand in front of the bathroom mirror. Sweat. Tears. Trauma. Harassment. After years of trauma and molestation, I am still a weak little girl. I am never treated like a member of this family, while my parents used to mentally torture me, Sean was the one to torture me physically. He took his frustration out on me and left me the moment he was done. The morning sun shines through the windows and I sit on the bed's edge. My body is sore, and marks are carved on my arms, chest, and neck. I have been hiding them for a while now. Sean taught me how to hide them. The door of the room pushes open and my mother enters, with a taunting tone she refers to me, “Come down right this moment!” I sigh rising back to my feet and walking behind her. “And bring your stuff along.”Mom is climbing down the stairs as I follow her and with a twist in her ankle, she trips over, rolling onto the stairs. I try to grab her arm but she is too fast to fall. Fuck! “Mom!” I shout, astonishment taking over
I can see the greed covering the faces of my so-called family. A minute ago my mother was slapping me and showing off her hatred toward me by accusing me of pushing her off the stairs and now she pretends to be the best mother in the world. The driver politely inquires, "Ms. Sinclair, do you have any belongings to bring with you?" I begin to respond but my dad interrupts with an excited tone that grates on my ears. "Wait a minute!" He rushes towards the suitcase, hastily rearranging everything inside. These people are unbelievable. Once my dad hands the suitcase over to the driver, he huffs a laugh and says, " You don't have to bring all this with you. Mr Sinclair has prepared everything for you at the mansion.”Sinclair? My last name is Sinclair. I wonder if it's connected to the business tycoon who wields significant influence in the city.After a brief pause, the driver adds, "Unless it's important, of course." He drags the suitcase, and I take a step out of the house without an
Dressed in a business suit, a cigar held in his left hand with smoke swirling around him, my dad strides towards me with a bright smile. I notice the wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes and mouth, adding character to his face. His greyish-white hair is impeccably slicked back, and he envelops me in a warm hug.As I inhale sharply, the scent of smoke, cedarwood, and musk envelops me, likely from the cologne he is wearing. The realization hits me that William had never embraced me before. Memories come flooding back, causing a shiver to run down my spine. The past haunts me, particularly the way I was treated by the Ford family.My father, the one who had forsaken me and left me to suffer. I pull away, shooting icy glares in his direction. "I was informed that you go by the name Raya," I scoff, almost disgusted by his words.The nerve to act affectionate towards me after all the harm he caused. He abandoned me to suffer with strangers, leaving me to fend for myself. And now,
"When your mother and I discovered that we were expecting a daughter after three sons, we were overjoyed at the prospect of having you. We decorated the nursery, and bought countless toys and dollhouses in anticipation of your arrival," my father shares, pausing for a moment before continuing, "We never intended to give you up, but the thought did cross my mind. Your life was in danger... there are certain things of which you are unaware."I cross my arms over my chest, insisting, "But I need to know. I have the right to." Jack gazes at me, silently urging me to remain quiet. However, anger courses through my veins, and I snort, "How could you simply abandon your own child? Was I the only one discarded, while your sons were kept?"My father fixes me with a blank stare, and Steve clears his throat, the tension in the room escalating. Summoning his resolve, my father admits, "I acknowledge my error. I chose to ensure your survival... If you had stayed with us, you might not be alive tod
He crosses his arms to his back, and his mean words hit me like a whirling wind. “If you want to live in this house, there are certain rules that you must follow. I don’t care if you were the holy terror in your previous house and how they didn’t teach you the basic manners, but here you have to behave!” I am left speechless and he remains very close to me, invading my personal space. In a timid little tone, I manage to ask him, “And who are you?” his gaze is stern and I notice the confidence on his face. “Name is Carlos Sinclair. Make sure you remember it.” Turning around, he walks away, leaving the door open. I sigh deeply, feeling the tension in the room slowly easing and it is more room for me to breathe. I hurry to the door and when I am pushing it, he arrives back suddenly, making me scared. Without a moment of realization, the towel slips off my body, exposing me to his sight. I gasp while his gaze moves throughout my body, exploring the hidden places. Darkness comes to his
My heart is beating hard in my chest but I fall completely under his gaze. “What are you doing here?” his voice comes to my ears, his hot breath reaching directly to my face. My lips part and the words barely come out of my mouth. I am nervous, there is a different type of tension between us. I have never felt this way before. The way his hand is resting on my waist and his other hand grabbing my wrist, his touch is stern yet gentle at the same time. He keeps his eyes locked with mine and doesn’t let me move. “Are you going for a theft?” his mocking sentence sends anger rushing down my veins. I frown, gently pushing him away, and retort, “Why would I steal something from my own house?” I watch him making an expression that intensifies my anger. “I am a Sinclair, after all. I don’t have to steal anything here. I can get anything I want with one snap of my finger.” I cross my arms to my chest and the next moment I hear his soft chuckle.He moves away from me, walking in the opposite d