10 Chapter 10

I shut my eyes waiting for the pain to come.... Five.... Four ... three... two....

Nothing.

I open my eyes to see him looking at me with deep hatred, swaying, still drunk obviously.

"You!" He seethed pointing at my closet, but referring to me. "You are a curse.... You ruined my life"

That's new

"You killed your parents, you made my wife leave me"

I suck in a breath in shock.

Seeming to realize he is pointing in the wrong direction, he turns again before he continues,

"My life was perfect before you came along you destroy everything"

I feel tears rolling down my cheeks.

Why I'm I crying? I don't know either.

He has hit me before, injured me, broken my bones... But after the first few times, I promised myself he would never make me cry again... And I didn't.

Not until now, I guess it is true...

The truth is bitter

"If I had known what a curse you are I would have never offered to adopt you" he slurred "I should have found some other orphan kid to make money out of"the words rolling out of his mouth as if they held no meaning

"But you know, I'm never going to let you go free. Never!" he screamed laughing maniacally

"We are going to suffer together my dear Anabella, together" he says staggering to me, still under my thin blankets,he bends to my ear and whispers "forever"

"Hahahaha" he laughs staggering out my room.

They say the drunk never lie.

Could it be? That I'm a curse? That would explain a lot.

But their relationship was never perfect, they argued all the time about money back then.

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*Flashback

[Anabella's POV]

"Damn you Janice! Where did you keep my freaking money" James screams at His wife Janice who simply ignores him painting her her nails with expensive looking nail polish.

That's where the money went.

He groans, pacing around the small sitting room pushing back his hair in frustration

" You gold digger give me back my damn money"

That did it.

"Me? Are you calling me a golddigger?" She seethes dripping her nail polish on the table "You have lost five jobs in one month and we still live in my deaceased parents house" she says, each word louder and dangerously walking towards him."

"Just give me my damn money!"

" Well I'm sorry my dear husband" she says with sarcasm dripping out of every single word. "But that's not possible, I spent it"

"You must be joking Janice, give me my damn money!!" He says, his fury seems to be growing with every word.

"So you can go waste it on fruitless gambling? HELL NO!" She says stomping her foot to emphasize her point. "Well if you must know, I used it to buy my nail polish" she says pointing at the table sassily

Wow! So much more important

Wrong decision.

He walked over to the table picking the nail polish container and smashing it on the floor spilling it's contents.

*End of flashback

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I didn't stay to watch the rest as thirteen year old me was used to this kinds of fights.

With usual screams of,

"You deranged drunkard! Don't you dare touch me"

"You materialistic whore!'

I had sneaked out of my hiding place behind the chair. But from my room, I knew that was unlike any other fight because the very next day she was gone.

I was heartbroken, not because I liked her, oh no... She was just as heartless as her husband with yells of

"You bastard where's my food!" ...."Do my laundry"

" You didn't clean my room, No food for a week"

But, there was nobody for James to fight with, nobody to keep him of my back, while they fight. I'm I wicked to like it when they fight?

They don't remember I exist when they fight, and that gives me a sense of peace.

When she left, all his attention turned on me.

The result?

Blood, sweat, tears

James has always been the gambler and spender... The king of all squandering.

Janice was the materialistic one, she loves money so much, and also loves to spend it.

The trouble only started when James' company went bankrupt due to excessive spending, he ran out of money and slowly sold all his properties and inheritances after which he pawned his house and lost it.

Which happened to be one and a half year after I was adopted.

"See? You are a curse"

No I'm not.

"Oh really? But everything proves otherwise"

I stand up from my bed wiping my tears. I decide to stop arguing with my subconscious, because from experience... She always wins.

Having no friends to just pick up my phone and pour out my heart to, I paced around for about half an hour, memories flashing in my mind, I keep trying to keep them out but they just won't stay away.

Deciding I need to find something to do to keep my mind off them, I turn on my light from the switch and look around my room... It somehow makes me feel more depressed, empty.... No pictures, no girly stuff or posters... Nothing.

I keep looking around as more tears build in my eyes, when my eyes finally land on my desk, there where books, but only one caught my eye... The one with the black leather cover given to me by the counsellor.

I slowly walk up to the table and pick it up...

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Once I had nothing more to write, having filled up more than ten pages with both ink and tears, I shut the book and place it in a box and shove it under my bed.

The sun was already starting to rise... I couldn't go back to sleep anymore....

I sigh.

Here we go again.