Past

Lily POV{}

Jack didn't arrive home until he was inebriated and unfit to hear what I had to say to him after I waited for him for almost five hours.

I was waiting for him when the maids brought him into the room.

He is not currently in a state to hear anything, as is evident by a simple glance at him.

He fell asleep as soon as I helped the servant lay him on his bed, so I assisted the servant in doing so.

All of these things irritate me, and I want to do whatever it takes to get rid of them.

I have changed as a result of whatever occurred at the party. I learned through my humiliations that I must always project strength in front of everyone. I was contemplating all of this before Jack made his point. I was considering the matter and asking myself how to avoid being embarrassed and humiliated.

My mind was trying to convince me that I needed to be resilient because I wasn't leading a typical life but rather was having a difficult time surviving.

I was making myself determined to confront upcoming and past events while thinking about how to let go of things and how to be strong in any circumstance.

I'm an orphan. My family consists of just one sibling. I have no one else in the entire world besides this.

I was eleven years old when my parents passed away, and my brother was five.

In an automobile crash, they passed away. They used to travel a lot, and on one of those trips, a car accident claimed their lives. I heard about them while they were still on the road.

My grandmother received my brother and me after they passed away.

She was not a kind person. She used to spank us for making mistakes, as I recall.

I used to be forced to complete all household tasks by her but she never made me attend school.

She was a complete lunatic.

She was psychotic.

She never even forced my brother and me to visit the school.

I was always forced to perform only housework.

She used to take the money with her and use it to her advantage, but it never reached us from the community services that were supposed to assist us to pay for school and live better lives.

She and I shared a house for nearly 6 years, but one day I discovered her dead on her bed.

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After three checks, I dial 911 and the cops.

She was picked up by the ambulance and police, who then transported her to the hospital.

The doctor declared that she had died of a heart attack after properly inspecting her.

My father was the only relative my grandmother had. She had one child, my father.

My grandmother's gambling habits also prevented my father from having a happy upbringing.

Through community services, my father was given another family to grow up with just because of her gambling tendencies. His successful life was made possible by the other family that nurtured him.

However, I'm not sure why our grandma was chosen to receive us given that she already had a negative reputation with community service due to her gambling tendencies. Given the date of them giving us to her, it's possible that they would have overlooked this.

Perhaps they believed she had improved.

The community should thus assist my brother and me with the grandmother's burial.

There were only the two of us there at the straightforward funeral.

After performing all the rites and saying our final goodbyes to the grandma during the funeral, my brother and I were taken to the community services so that we might be adopted by a new family.

I counted myself fortunate because there aren't many local services for kids in most nations.

If our nation didn't require community service, I pondered what we may have done.

We were adopted by a Russian family and taken to Russia in a month.

I had never seen Russia before.

The sight of such a stunning nation staggered me.

The building was quite alluring, and the city I was taken to was wonderful.

Our adoptive parents were a straightforward couple with a straightforward home.

They led a basic life, drove a modest car, and lived in a simple house.

My brother and I started settling in and establishing ourselves with the new family. They were initially so kind to us that it was easy for people to misunderstand who our new family was.

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The woman was a maniac, and the father was a psychopath.

They both used to beat us, which was unsustainable.

The father was a cruel person.

Mostly I used to be alone in the house and used to do all the house chores, as the women said.

I was given the job of doing all the chores around the house, so I used to do everything she used to say.

I used to be very frightened of both people in the house.

They both used to treat us like puppets.

The father was a psychopath, and the woman—I mean, the mother—was a maniac, surely.

I was too pissed off from whatever was happening to us.

The entire day I used to do all the chores of the house like a maid, and at night I didn't use to get even a proper meal, though the entire house was living on our money, which used to come from community services.

After we were adopted, the father either left his job or was fired; I don't know, but he never used to go to the office.

One day, when my brother was whipped for a mistake he never made, I decided to put an end to all this as it was enough, so I called the police just when the two maniacs were beating my brother. The police caught them red-handed, and they were sent to prison for about 5 to 7 years.

Till then I was about 18 years old, and I was no longer a child, so the community services took my brother with them to give him a good family and left me with my father's property to live on my own.

In the initial days without my brother, I was feeling okay, but later it felt like I was alone, so I begged the community services to give my brother back, as I wanted to live with him.

Initially, they said "no," but after so many requests and after I sent them proof that I can afford to feed my brother, they agreed and brought him back to me.

The day I saw my brother was the most emotional and remarkable day.

My eyes were flooding with tears the moment I saw my brother in front of me.

I hugged him, and from that day on, we were living together.

I used to work in a cafe, and my brother used to go to school.

I used to pay all the expenses of his school, plus community services used to help us sometimes.

This is how we used to live together, though we didn't have enough money. We used to live happily until I was kidnapped by the Russian mafia.

I remember that day I was coming from the cafe late at night, and there was no vehicle, so I decided to walk alone to my house, which wasn't much farther from the cafe. I was walking on the road and it was dark when suddenly some people came out of a car and covered my face with chloroform, making me unconscious. The next moment, when I opened my eyes, I was in a dark room.

Now I am sold on this man, who doesn't have even a heart to feel pity for anyone.

This man is rude and arrogant, and on top of that, he is egoistic. He doesn't care about anyone except himself, and he is a pervert too.

This man is totally a jerk.

I still remember how he left me in pain and tears and didn't shower even a bit of sympathy on me, for whatever happened to me was because of him and his friend.

Though I am sold to this man, I still have prestige. I, too, have some rights. His friend tried to rape me, but he didn't even utter a word to him.

This is rude and mean. I wanted to complain about the guy to the police, but I was helpless because I am somewhat of a prostitute, and what if the police arrest me instead of him? Therefore, I gave up the idea.

I never had a good past. From the time my parents died to this time, I have always been treated this way.

No one has ever understood me except my brother.

I don't know in what condition and situation he would be.

He is just a 10th grader and has no degree to earn a living. I don't know if my neighbor would have expelled him from her house. I don't know where he would be until now. I am worried about his well-being.

What if the community services would have given his adoption to any family?

I am very worried about it.

What if the family who adopted him had taken him to another country?

How will I find him?

How will I know his whereabouts?

I love my brother, and I don't want to get separated from him.

I want to bring him here, to this mansion. I want to live with him. I am worried about his future.

He is just a teenager and has never seen a family. Since the day our parents died, he has only seen deaths; he has never seen what family and parent love is.

At first, our parents died, and later, we were given to people who never deserved us, and now that we are separated, every bad thing is happening to us only.

Why God has given us such a bad and sorrowful life

Has God decided to give all sorrow and grief to us alone?

Since the time our parents died, we have only repented for everything that was and is happening in our lives.

At first, we were given to a grandmother who never treated us rightly; after this, we were adopted by a maniac family, and later, we were separated, and now I am sold to this rude and arrogant guy, and my brother is there alone.

We are both struggling to live a life.

Yes, it's tough, and sometimes it makes me cry my heart out.

Now anything I can do is beg this man to let me meet my brother at least once so that I can see in what condition he is.

I want to bring him here to this mansion so that we can live together. I hope that this man will let us live together, though the chances are slim, I still want to try.

Tonight it isn't possible as he is drunk, and the moment I laid him on the bed, he fell asleep, so I decided to talk to him about this tomorrow.

I gave him a blanket as it was cold, and I went into the hall to sleep on the sofa.

But before that, as I had been starving, I went to the kitchen to get some food.

As the servants have already left, there was no one to prepare meals; therefore, I made food by myself.

I prepared some salad and rice.

I took food and chilled water, and taking all the things together, I went to the dining table to have my food.

Later, after having dinner, I went to the same place, in the hall, and laying on the sofa, I fell asleep.