What on earth did I do to deserve this life?! I come home from walking my puppy Pixie that Gregory (my finance) got me for my birthday and our 4 year anniversary, and from buying food for the house from the market, and I find him in bed. Before you start questioning me, saying that he was probably just sleeping, I'll tell you that he was in bed with another woman, getting down and dirty. I didn't know how to react, so I just flung my engagement ring at him, dropped all of the food, picked up Pixie, placed my key on the table downstairs, and walked out. I didn't think about picking any clothes up though.
Pixie was still on her lead, so I placed her on the ground, and started walking to my father's and his wife's. His wife Cassandra hates me with a burning passion. I think it may be because I was left on my fathers doorstep as a baby, as my mother didn't want me, and I was a result of an affair, she hated me the most. I don't even know who my biological mother is, but I know her first name, Helena. Anyway, I knocked on the door politely, and Cassandra answered.
"What do YOU want?" she said harshly.
"Is father here?"I asked politely, trying to be nice.
"No. He died 2 years ago, and you would have known that if you weren't such a horrible brat who likes to get her own way!" she started shouting.
"I'm sorry but you must have mistaken me for one of your children, as if you hadn't kicked me out of the house at 12, and told me to never turn up again unless I was on death's bed, and even then my father would have had to see to me, I would have known. Goodbye now," I replied, walking away, trying not to break down. I wanted to see if he really was truly dead, so I walked to the cemetery.
I strolled slowly between the rows, trying to find his name. On the verge of giving up, I searched another row, the last row of the whole cemetery, and there he was, the 6th one of the 200 on that row.
'Here lies Andrew George Alila, a dearly beloved father of 4 and an amazing husband and son, died of a bullet wound to the head, 1800 - 1849'
Cassandra probably only put her children on there because she didn't see me as his child because I wasn't her's either. I hate her so much. Especially since she left a nineteen year old to fend for herself out on the streets, and she probably hoped that I would drop dead. Well, I'll show her.
I was walking about for at least two hours. I was getting restless and so was Pixie. I sat down on a bench and must have fell asleep. I was shocked when I woke up, as I wasn't on the bench any more, I was in somebody's bed with Pixie laid down beside me still asleep, the room was swaying and a man no older than 30 was sat next to the bed.
"Finally you're awake Princessa. Don't think that me and my crew will go easy on you, as you are to be our slave, and cook and clean for us, as well as be our doctor. Also don't think about trying to escape, as I have eyes and ears everywhere," he said with a smirk. What the hell have I gotten myself into!