Why is it when my life was finally about to show a ray of hope that I now find myself in a situation I can never return from? The pain in my body from the beatings. The red liquid that keeps pouring from my wounds. These people did not see me as a human being. Their laughs as I lay here in my own blood. The feeling of my consciousness as it begins to fade away.
My life was wonderful until the age of seven. I had my mother, who loved me very much. A stepfather who was kind to me and treated me like his own daughter. He even adopted me as such. My real father, bless his soul, died when I was three.
But not even two months after my seventh birthday, my mother ran into an accident. That was when everything changed. A day only went by when I was suddenly introduced to a woman who would be my stepmother. I even had a twin stepbrother and stepsister.
At first, things were awkward, but they treated me kindly. But that all stopped the day I turned eight. My nice room in the mansion that I grew up in was taken from me. I was forced into the living maid quarters. A small room no bigger than a small walk-in closet.
From there, I was treated no differently than the maids. Even the maids began to look down on me. My stepbrother and sister would torment me and beat me for fun. In school, they would spread nasty rumors about me. They degraded me, calling me stupid and ugly non-stop. I was no longer allowed to have anything nice. If I wanted clothes I got my step sisters and brother’s hand-me-downs. Which never fit. For food, I was given just enough to survive. Sometimes, I think the food was bad because I would get sick often.
They tormented me for ten years. Even in school, I suffered from bullying, but I persevered. On the outside, my stepfather still treated me kindly. I even had a boyfriend who looked past my faults and took me out to eat once a week. It was only when I got to interact with them that I felt maybe there was some hope. But when I talked about my problems, they brushed it off. While I felt depressed and wanted to ask them why they ignored my plight, I was scared. I was scared to lose what little light I had in my life.
It was not until I finally got to go to college that I was able to escape. I began to realize that my life would soon be much better. My stepfather told me I would be inheriting my mother’s legacy. I worked hard in college and was only days from graduating with a master’s degree. But now…
“Why… Why must I suffer?” I spoke softly as I struggled to lift my head, only to see a familiar face in front of me. Supple pearly white skin that did not match this dingy dark place that smelled of mold. Cherry red lips and striking blue eyes that could make anyone get lost in them. Her blonde hair hung down past her shoulders as the girl gently swept her hair back behind her.
“Because, Dear Sister. You coveted something that should not belong to you in the first place. The company belongs to my father. The boyfriend you loved so much never loved you from the start. My brother and I would take everything that should have gone to you. If you want to blame someone, blame that slut of a mother of yours for giving birth to you to begin with.” The toxic words passing through the lips of the beautiful girl in front of me made me freeze.
Not because of how evil her smile was or the fact that she would show up at a time like this but the words she was saying. Each word was like a knife to the heart. Stabbing me over and over again.
Why?
Why must I be talked to like this?
Why does it seem like I was living in a fantasy world from the start?
Was the light I so desperately clung to actually just darkness in disguise?
Was my living really a sin?
I could not understand. I did not know what I had done to be treated as such all these years. But I guess none of that matters. I would soon be joining my mother. I would be able to finally have true peace.
I would be dying with regrets. I would be letting these evil people take everything that my mother built up. I just wished from the start that I had the courage to stand up to them.
I forced my eyes to open as I looked up at that mocking smile plastered on my step-sister’s face and narrowed my eyes. Yes… if I could go back, I would do everything in my power to make these people suffer the same as I have. I would let them think they are living high, only to fall and slam into the ground. I would make them wish they were dead. But death is too easy. Only when they are suffering while watching the one they hate the most live well would I feel as if I had gotten true revenge. I want them to see me flourish. I want them to see me rise so high that they could never reach me.
I once more parted my lips, forcing a smile as darkness began to consume me. My mind had never been so clear in my life up to this point. “Hehe… I curse you. I curse your blood. You will all suffer a fate worse than mine. I promise you this… One day you will all be brought down to hell with me.”
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A familiar sound rang in my ears. A sound I have heard many, many times before. It was my alarm clock back when I was living in the mansion. The maid’s quarters, to be exact.
I sat up, trying to catch my bearings. I looked down at my hands to see that they were no longer covered in blood. They were as clean as they ever could be, except for the few calluses from working around the house. The room itself was narrow, with only enough room for a bed, a nightstand, and just enough space to walk around. My clothes were hanging from the hooks on the wall that hung over my bed. This was how small this room was. Not a place a young miss should be living.
“Wretched girl, how are you still sleeping!? Get up and sweep the front stoop before you leave for school!” A voice I knew all too well rang out as my door swung open. This woman was not someone my mother had hired but the head maid hired by my stepmother, who was in charge of the other maids. A manager, if you would. She wore the maid uniform that was supplied by the house, which was a long black dress. It had a white collar at the top and three white buttons on the chest.
I looked at the middle-aged woman who was staring back at me as if I was the most disgusting thing in the world and narrowed my eyes. How many times was I hit by this woman? How many times had she dragged me out of bed, even when I was sick, to go clean something up?
Her yelling was also not helping with my state of mind. I mean, who wouldn’t be utterly confused waking up after experiencing death? Dream or not, it did not matter. My head was a mess.
“What? You dare look at me like that!?” I just stared at the woman, whom I only knew the first name of. Her name was Marget, and she thought of herself as someone high and mighty just because she could treat me as she wished due to getting permission from those bastards. She had a bad attitude and thought abusing me was the most amusing thing in the world.
I watched as Marget stomped towards me in a huff and reached out towards me. It was then that I realized something was off. Her movements became so slow it was as if time had slowed to almost a stop, and before I realized what I was doing, I had already grabbed her outstretched hand, flipped out of my bed, twisting my body mid-air and her arm in the process before landing behind her right as time sped up again and she let out a shrill scream as if she were a pig.I held her down firmly on the edge of the bed, making sure she could not escape.
Everything I did happened so quickly that I had no time to even comprehend anything I had just done, but I knew one thing was for sure, and that was I now had this woman under my control. What I found strange was my strength. I do not know if what I had experienced was just a long dream or what, but right now, I know for a fact that the me from my dream and before I went to sleep, to the me now, there was a huge difference. I could never hold this woman down even if I used all my strength before but now, I was doing it with ease.
“Ahhh! You little bitch let me go! I will tell the Madam about this!” Marget howled. She still thought she could threaten me with that bitch. Which I found funny.
“Shut up! What year is it?” I pressed hard on Marget’s back, causing her a great deal of pain. Her face contorted as she side-eyed me. Only when I pressed harder did she actually answer my question.
“It’s 2020!” Hearing her answer confirmed that I was back to when I was seventeen. Although this did not mean that everything I had been through was a dream or was real. I would need to confirm it all later.
Marget struggled once more and yelled at me through gritted teeth. “I’m telling the Madam!”
“There is only one madam of this house and that is me.” I twisted a little bit harder before shoving the woman to the side, making her fall face-first on the floor. I did not even care that I was only wearing a long t-shirt. I walked barefooted out of the room and straight up the stairs. The first thing on my list of things to do was to take my room back. The room that belonged to me, to begin with. There were plenty of rooms in this house. There is no reason for me not to have a normal room.
I walked straight upstairs and opened the door to my old bedroom to see a pink princess-style bed with a pink lace canopy sitting in the middle of the room. The whole room was covered in pink as if the girl lying in the bed was actually a princess. This pink was very hard on the eyes and could easily make a person sick. I walked over to it to see my so-called step sister, still sound asleep. I sneered at the fact that this bitch was allowed to sleep while I had to wake up early to do chores.
I know I should take time to actually comprehend my situation, but before I lose the courage I have built up, I would be damn sure to take my room back. I reached out, grabbed the sleeping girl by her ankle, and pulled hard!
“Ahh! What!? Noelle, what the hell are you doing!?” My step-sister Maria cried out as her whole body slammed onto the floor. I did not stop there. I continued to drag her by her foot and marched towards the door while she kicked and screamed. “You bitch let me go! Mom! Mom! Dad! This bitch is rebelling!”
“What is going on here!?” My stepmother Linda rushed into the room just as I was about to reach the door and stared at me in horror. She was wearing a blue sundress and covered in pearls. This was considered her lazy clothes. Her blonde hair had been slightly curled at the end and her makeup was just as fierce as always. “What are you doing to your sister!?”
“Sister?” I scoffed. “What sister kicks her sister out of her own bedroom? Which mother forces a daughter to live in the maid quarters? How many times have I suffered from abuse under her hands? I guess the word sister only applies to me and not her! From this moment on if this room is not returned to me I will be going to the news stations and the police and reporting the years of abuse. I will then find a lawyer who is willing to let me take back everything that belongs to me. Remember, this house is mine. The company is mine, all of it!”
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“What is happening!? Elle, explain. What is going on? Why are you making a fuss all of a sudden?” The man, whom I thought was a good father but quickly turned into my mortal enemy, was once again putting on his actor hat and acting like he cared about me. That look that I once coveted in my moments of darkness. His styled hair as if he was trying to look young on his stubbled face. He was handsome when he was younger, but it seems the years have not been good to him. If my dream was real then I do wonder what the old me was thinking. Why had I never thought to do this before?
I know I can not go all out just yet. But I be damned if I did not get my room back and at least proper clothing. If I am to get myself out of this mess and not end up like in my dreams, then I need to take action now and begin slowly tormenting these bastards. “As I said, if I do not get this room back, I will be going to the news stations and police. I also want pocket money and money for proper clothing. Dad, that is if you did not forget the money you are all living off of is mine.”
“How could I forget!? If you want the room, take it. It belongs to you to begin with” My so-called father turned and looked at the maids who had gathered to watch the show. “You all come help Maria pack up her things. I want this room cleared and redone as El-Noelle wants it by the time she gets home from school.”
“Father! How can you take away my room and give it to this bitch!?” Maria yelled. Her unkempt blonde hair from just waking up and her striking blue eyes still drew people’s attention. Of course, since she had been spoiled since young, she would not hold back. She was always like this. Normally, she would get her way, but today, I knew it would not be possible. Not since I “Woke Up”.
“Maria shut up! You shouldn’t be calling your sister a bitch! I did not raise you to talk like that! This was your sister’s room to begin with. You all told me she wanted to live on the first floor so I permitted it! You will move into another room down the hall. There are plenty of rooms. This one has been your sister's room since she was born! I will not hear anything else about it. What I want to know is why she has not been getting her allowance!” My so-called father, Weston Thatcher, would never allow me to go to the news stations or the police. Not when he is this close to taking everything away from me. So, of course, he would act the act, but later, I am sure he would do something to repay Maria. Probably buy her a new car or give her a sum of money. Using the money that belongs to me.
“Mother!” Maria still tried to make a scene, but her mother only looked the other way. Her big blue eyes were wet as if she was about to cry. Sadly for her she could not finish her act.
“Maria, listen to your father.” Here is a person who could not act. The cold, piercing look she was giving me as if she could strangle me here and now, made me smirk. I looked at her with a soft mocking smile. “Linda, if you look at me like that, you might scare me and I would end up needing to speak to the police.”
“Stupid woman! Go back to the bedroom!” the good-for-nothing father yelled out. I found it quite amusing. The look on her face as she turned and stomped off, knowing she couldn’t argue back, fills me with such pure… Pleasure! But getting yelled at is just a small portion of what is to come.
“Dad, I want you to give me a card with money on it before I leave. I want to go shopping after school. After all, I have been wearing hand-me-downs since I was eight. I need to get ready for school. Just do my room up with a black motif. Even the walls. With white lace. Yes… this sounds good. Right. I want a plush crimson red rug to cover the floor. I want to feel as if I am walking on a red cloud.” I do not know why but these colors just feel so right to me.
“Here, take it. Buy whatever you want.” The good-for-nothing handed me a gold card. At most, there were ten thousand on it. I took it and walked out the door, giving a little wave. Sadly I had long let go of the little bitch, or else I would have dragged her along for fun.
With card in hand, I walked back downstairs to see Marget walking towards me. As soon as she saw me, she lowered her head. She was holding the arm I twisted, so I guess she was still in pain. It seems word spread fast. Getting away with dragging the so-called young miss out of bed and not getting in trouble for it really does wonders with your reputation. That and I almost broke her arm this morning. I could tell it seemed to still hurt.
I would let her live as she is for today. But starting tomorrow, she would find herself without a job. I just need time to think about my current situation and check a few things before I decide if what I remember is a dream or reality.
I also need to figure out what the hell happened to me earlier. I have no idea how my body moved like it did. Even in my dream, I had never moved in such a way.
I entered my room and took off my pajamas, which was just a long white shirt. I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself. My hair was still silver. But my skin seemed to be paler than I remembered. I looked down at my hands, rubbed my fingers together, and wrinkled my nose. “They were there this morning…”
I had callouses on my fingers when I woke up, but now they are gone. Now, my hands were soft. Very soft. Even my skin seemed to be more supple. My normally brown eyes, which I got from my birth father, had a tinge of red to them. But the strangest thing was my canines. They seemed to be a little longer than before and pointier.
Besides that, there were no other changes. But I still felt something was off. I tilted my head slightly while crossing my arms in front of my chest. I had to admit when I looked at myself like this I was pretty cute. Why had I never realized this sooner? If I get my hair done and put on some light makeup, I should be able to charm any man, not that I would want to. I had curves in all the right places. Although my butt was still slightly flat but that was beside the point.
I shook my head and let out a long sigh: “I should get dressed. I need to go to the library and check out a few business textbooks. If I can understand what is written in them I should be able to confirm everything I dreamt was real. Daily events can also be another confirmation.” Like today, Kelly, Maria’s best friend, would get Billy Harris to try to trip me on my way to my seat. I remember falling flat on my face and bumping my head on the desk. The teacher didn’t say anything and just told me to sit down, not letting me go to the nurse's office even though my head hurt like hell. It’s a prep school for rich kids. So we have a uniform and all that jazz which was the nicest thing I got to wear until college.
If my strength is real, I would be sure to make Billy suffer. However, I will test that on my way out. I quickly got changed into my school uniform which consisted of a navy blue blazer and a beige dress, brushed my hair, and then grabbed my bag and made sure I had everything. At least I was still at the top of my class, even if everyone bullied me.
I had no choice. My only thought was to get into a good college so I could take over my mother’s company. I never thought… Heh… I can’t wait to see their faces when I am stepping on them and they can only eat out of a trash bin. I would never let them stand up again.
“Alright I look decent for now.” I fluffed my naturally curly silver hair slightly before turning and reaching for the doorknob. I turned it and opened it, but not before squeezing it as hard as I could. I wanted to test my strength to see just how strong I was, but I really surprised myself when I heard a crunching sound and the door knob crushing under my grip as if I was crushing a soda can.
My lips curled up, and I felt a fang poking my lip. “I have no idea what is going on, but I can use this.” There was a certain man who also needed to be crushed in another way. David Folson. The boyfriend who turned out to be fake. Luckily, I never slept with him, not that he would. He never even kissed me. He held my hand and nothing more, but now I see why. If I am not wrong, he was probably really dating the little bitch. He was just like that good-for-nothing father, always pushing my pain to the side. I do wonder how I should deal with him.
He is currently the heir to the Folson family. Tall with black hair and hazel eyes. He was very good looking. A dream boy for many girls, I guess you could say. His family owned a few multi-million dollar companies, mainly in the industrial fields. They only have one son, but if I am not wrong, they have a side family that was always looking to take the lead.
I paused my steps as an idea came to mind. “If it was not a dream, then, I have an amazing idea.”
I couldn’t help but smile brightly as I walked over to the front door. They had always made sure I had a ride. Looks were everything, after all. It seems Ryan, my stepbrother, left early, or he would have already been charging at me, calling me a slut and a bitch. He was Maria’s twin. I can’t wait to floor him later. I think today is going to be a good day.
As I exited the house to go to the car and stood under the sun, I quickly pulled the hood of my hoodie up and hid my hands in my sleeves. I do not know why, but I suddenly felt a wave of weakness overcome me and the urge to hide from the sun.
It was the strangest sensation and something I had never felt before. It was as if all the energy in my body had drained out of me at once. But as soon as I covered up, that sensation disappeared.
I made a note to do some tests on this. But now that I think about it, my mother used to always wear long sleeves and gloves during the day as well as a wide-brim hat. Her silver hair and red eyes were very distinguished. To be honest, to this day, I do not think I have ever met anyone more beautiful than her.
But I never had this issue before, not even in my dreams, so this was all something new. Maybe it had to do with my sudden surge of strength, which, to be honest, I am handling as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Most people would have issues with suddenly becoming stronger than they were before, but it’s as if my instincts are making it so that I am not overusing it unless I actually want to.
For now, I can only keep myself covered until I figure out what the deal is. I would be sure to get some clothes like the clothes my mother used to wear. I would also need to test moonlight as well.
On the drive to school, the idea I had early was filling my thoughts with plans for the future. I needed to start a business. One that I could secretly build up so I could hire the right people who would hopefully aid me in my quest to get revenge.
Once I confirm my knowledge is correct then I would start putting things into motion. In two years, from what I know, there would be a toy that would be all the rage and would have a high net worth. Which, if I can sell the idea to someone, I can gain the capital needed to start a small business.
There are two things I am lucky about if everything proves to be real. First is that as someone studying business I paid a lot of attention to the stock market. Even before entering college, I always watched the stock market so I could invest quite a bit short term to gain even more capital.
But my main goal is that the housing market would be skyrocketing soon. I would start a brokerage firm first. This is the easiest and best way to gain lots of money quickly, especially if I can put my knowledge to work. I am mainly going at this as if my dream was real since I can only hope it is true.
A brokerage firm only needs a few people to keep it running at the start, which means if I can get a half mil to start, I can quickly gain clients. Marketing and keeping track of the market is all that is needed. Of course, enough assets are needed as well. But if my clients make it big, then so do I.
I would need to make some connections before then, and I would also need to prove myself. But I think within one month, I can get some high-profile clients with the right marketing.
It was all planning and dreaming at this point, I know, but I do hope I can make it all work. But first, I need to figure out what I can sell to gain the capital I need. I know that shitty father of mine would never hand over such a large amount of money. To have ten thousand for shopping was already quite amazing.
“Miss we are here.” The driver broke my train of thought. I looked up at the mirror at the man only to see him quickly lower his head. His expression seemed a little strange.
I covered my head with my hood and hid my hands in my sleeves as I shouldered my bag and got out of the car. It was still early, so there was no sea of blue blazers. No beige pants or thigh-high beige skirts. No red plaid bows or ties. The navy blue was really not my color, but it was better than the other clothes I had at the moment.
Before I closed the door, I turned to the driver and said: “Be here after school. I need to go shopping. My father wants me to buy new clothes. So I hope you understand that if you are not here… Well, I am sure you heard what happened to Marget by now and the other things that occurred this morning.” I gave the driver a small smile before turning and leaving.
His name was Tom, and he was hired by Linda. He had short brown hair as if he buzzed it and kind of looked on the girlish side of things. Linda had ordered him to leave if I was even a second late. I have no idea how many times I have had to walk home. It was almost two hours on foot.
But I am sure this little warning would make him stay no matter how long I took, or else he would be losing his job. I caught a glimpse of fear in his eyes as I turned to leave, so I think I got my message across.
All I know is that today is the day I show a new me. A me that would no longer take shit from anyone. A person who would right all the wrongs done to me and repay everything back ten fold. In a way I feel like one of those villainesses from a novel. It was kind of exciting.