FAYLA

"Take this bitch" my mum thundered walking into my cell with a cup of tea and three slices of bread.

"I do not want to eat, I just want to die" I whispered in my broken voice unable to control my emotions.

"Why don't you go on and kill yourself bad luck and save us the stress of seeing your ugly face every morning?"

"We don't care about how you end your miserable life."

I was left speechless not knowing the exact word to say.

I have so many unanswered questions that no one wants to answer me.

She stared at me one more time and walked out dropping the three slices of bread and a cup of tea she brought in.

I stared at the food with so much hunger but yet didn't want to eat it.

I'm being locked up in a cold room because of what I know nothing about.

My parents, siblings, and relations all hate me.

They call me series of hurtful names.

"What have I done to deserve this mum?" I once inquired but was answered with a slap which sent me to the ground making my lips bleed.

Since then I've been keeping my questions to myself waiting for the day all of them will be answered.

My name is fayla frett a Californian white, I'm 19 years old and live with my parents in a faraway village in the outskirts of California called "HONEY BUNNY."

I once heard that the villa was given that name cause there is a hidden space that flows with honey and hidden powers.

I still heard that no one has seen the space that flowed with the honey which leaves me wondering how then they heard of it.

But that is not my problem now, I have more to worry about than pondering on mysteries unknown.

I'm your typical model if you would permit me to address myself as one.

I got big ass and big boobies that girls my age envy and guys lust after.

My skin is so whitish and shines at night but don't call me an albino cause I'm not.

I'm just your typical white girl.

I got deep pinkish-brown eyes and red hair which flows down to my ass level and it's so filled.

The little friends I got often refer to me as the little and second Rapunzel due to how long my hair is.

I cut it once every two days cause if I leave it, it will be dropping down to the ground.

My nails happen to differentiate me from others too cause it's so long and black.

Just like my hair, I cut it once every two days too.

I have this ability to see in the dark which makes my family refer to me as a witch adding to my nails and hair.

I don't know if that's the reason they hate me cause you can't just hate someone because of nature right?

I haven't been able to answer that question.

My relatives live in this same villa but at the far end which is the beginning of the villa.

A rumor was once murmured among our people that a clan of vampires just entered our villa and resides in the woods but no one has seen any before and no attack on any human has been recorded since then till now.

I have two senior brothers making me the last born and the only girl child.

My father hardly stays at home so I hardly see him.

He always travels that sometimes I forget what he looks like and can count how many times I've seen him over the years.

I often wonder if he's actually married to mum cause they hardly stay together.

Staring at the food one more time I couldn't help but devour it cause I haven't eaten in two days.

I don't even know how I'm still alive.

"What do we do with her?" I heard whispers of a voice which I recognized as my mum's and I placed my ear on the wall so I could hear clearly.

"Don't do anything to her for now, continue suffering her" another voice I couldn't recognize answered.

I heard the clicking opening of the door which meant that the owner of the voice just left.

"Who is he?" I murmured lost in thoughts.

Just then the door was flung open and my mum walked in.

I covered my face not wanting to look at her, my body trembling.

"Get your lazy ass up and go wash all those clothes I packed up in the laundry room."

"After that, you wash the plates and prepare lunch for your brothers."

"I don't want to come back and see this house dirty cause I know as I fucking didn't state it you won't do it dumb head" she thundered her eyes glaring daggers at me.

"Mum I"---"don't you ever call me your mum thief cause I can't be a mother to one, from now on call me by my name "Katie".

"But mum, believe me, I didn't do it."

"I'm being accused falsely, I'm not a thief."

"Save your lies bitch, do what I said and get back inside this room and lock yourself up."

Watching my own mum say such hurtful words to me broke my fragile heart.

Tears flowed freely from my eyes seeing the great hate she had on me.

"What are you still doing here? she barked coming towards me but I was quick to rush out into the laundry room.

I switched on the washing machine when she walked in again.

"What do you think you're doing" she muttered glaring at me.

"I don't understand mu"---A slap landed on my cheek shutting me up.

"Don't you ever call me your mum or you will be getting slaps until you take that into your empty skull."

"Switch off my washing machine and use your hands to wash."

"But these clothes are so many, how am I supposed to wash all this and still prepare lunch and do all other things?"

"That's your fucking business little thief, now pick up those clothes."

I stared at her rubbing my cheek and not knowing what to say.

"I'm deeply hurt" I whispered sobbing.

But she didn't care, she dragged me out of the laundry room after I finished packing all the clothes and she locked the door.

"I'm off to work, I don't want to come back and hear that you left this house, am I understood?"

"Yes."

"Good" she murmured and walked out.

I crutched to the wall, crying my eyes out.

Staring at my reflection in the mirror hung on the wall I looked so thin.

Thinner than I used to be.

Tying my long filled red hair into a ponytail I took the clothes and started washing.

I was washing everyone's clothes, mere like I was a maid in our own house.

I should be praying to the so-called being they say live above the sky for help but I'm an atheist.

I don't believe in the supernatural.

To me, we all just existed not created by a thing I know nothing about who doesn't even show himself neither do I believe in the other called "lucifer."

All those are just fake assumptions.

Rounding up my washing after so many hours, I did the dishes cleaned everywhere, and took a shower awaiting my brother's arrival so tired and drained out.

Normally I was supposed to go to school with them but mum stopped me from going to school since her money got lost and they all blamed it on me.

"Is that not our little witch' my brothers whispered a grin plastered on their faces as they walked into the house.

I flinched and scurried away from them not being able to keep a straight eye on them.

"Take, we got you ice cream and snacks knowing you might not eat again today" Aiden my eldest brother muttered handing me a fancy bag.

"Are you taking it or not?" He said when I didn't move from my position.

"Brother, why do you bother about her?" She's of no use to us so if she wants to die allow her to" my immediate senior brother Alexander muttered the intensity of his voice making me shiver.

"But I'm your blood, I'm you both little sister."

"What did I do to deserve all this?"

"Why do you all treat me like an outcast?" I whistled tears from my eyes dribbling down the floor.

For a second I saw an expression I could term as compassion cross their faces but as soon as it came it vanished making their faces blank.

"Just like you said, to us you are nothing but an outcast."

"Now, get out from our presence before we do something drastic witch" Alexander groaned making me scurry away in tears.

In slow steady steps, I walked into my cell my head bent, and shut the door.

I heard their clattering and laughter after I left and at that moment wished I was never born.