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...Chia’s POV...

I’m MyChia Carrington, living under my father’s roof together with his mistress and her children. The wounds on my shoulders kept stinging, but my father ignored them. I didn’t know why, because ever since my mother died, he seemed happier than ever.

I was only five years old when the abuse and bullying started. Even the servants treated me the same way they treated my mother before she took her own life. Sometimes, I felt like I never truly belonged to this family at all because everyone looked at me differently.

They would never give me food from morning until night—sometimes, if I was lucky, I would get leftovers. There were even days when they locked me inside the basement for so long that I could no longer remember what daylight looked like. They always said this was what parents called “love.”

But I wasn’t foolish enough to believe them.

This wasn’t love.

It was torture.

They treated me like an animal trapped inside a zoo cage.

Those painful memories kept flashing back in my mind.

In the Living Room

The sharp sound of a whip echoed across the room while I knelt on the cold floor. My father continued striking my back mercilessly.

I sobbed uncontrollably, clutching my skirt tightly in my trembling hands.

“I didn’t do it…” I whispered weakly, staring at the floor as the whip tore against my skin again. I could already feel another wound opening, and my tears fell endlessly onto the ground.

“HOW DARE YOU PUSH YOUR SISTER DOWN THE STAIRS?!” my father shouted angrily, his deep voice filled with rage as he raised the whip once more and lashed it against my back.

“I… I didn’t…” My voice shook between my cries.

“I saw it with my own eyes! You pushed my daughter, you bitch!” my stepmother screamed dramatically. “Hit her again, Roderic, so she’ll learn her lesson for messing with our beloved daughter, Aurora.”

I knew she was enjoying every second of this while my father continued hurting me without hesitation.

“Please… it hurts…” My voice trembled painfully, but they only seemed more entertained by my suffering.

All I could do was cry.

I was just a five-year-old child trapped inside a family that only knew how to abuse me.

To be Continued…

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Author: Hi I'm cytales you can call me CY for short, and it's my first time doing writing a novel in the MANGATOON.

But don't worry I published this story to Wattpad too. Same username please follow me there's I will send the Screenshot of my Wattpad account…

Don't worry I will create a group page soon in I will send screenshots of it if you want to join. it's free

By the way sorry for the grammar because I have been trying a lot and this was taglish.

I was great ful if you support and like this story.

...Chia’s POV...

I woke up from that nightmare again.

Alone inside the house my grandmother bought for me. This place always gave me peace, but the memories from that night still continued to haunt me.

I slowly sat up on my bed. The house only had one floor—no upstairs, no unnecessary space. Simple and quiet, just the way I liked it. I grabbed the glass beside my bed and stood up, walking toward the kitchen to drink some water and clear my mind.

“Same nightmare again… as always,” I muttered with a deep sigh.

I looked around while turning on the kitchen light. The house had three empty bedrooms. My grandmother would always tell me to find friends and stop isolating myself.

But did I really need one?

What if they betrayed me again, just like my old dorm mate did?

I gave a bitter smile while pouring myself another glass of water, trying to calm my thoughts. Suddenly, my phone rang, making me jump slightly.

I placed the glass down and walked back toward my room to get my phone. The screen showed it was already five in the morning.

The number calling me looked painfully familiar.

It was from my so-called family.

I answered the call while walking back toward the kitchen.

“What do you want?” I asked coldly, rolling my eyes as I tried to steady my breathing.

“Our grandmother’s birthday is coming up. Come back to the main Carrington house.”

The voice on the other line sounded deep and familiar—too familiar.

It was my so-called brother, Jasver.

The same man who used to convince my father to lock me inside that tiny basement.

That was where my claustrophobia started.

Because of them.

Because of that cursed place they called the Carrington house.

“I’m busy,” I replied coldly.

“Grandma wants to see you.”

“Oh really? Gusto niya talaga akong makita? Or gusto n’yo lang akong makita ulit na tinotorture ninyo kasama ng mga magulang natin?” I leaned against the counter while drinking my water.

“Listen, Jasver,” I continued, my voice turning sharper. “Hindi na ako ‘yung dating Mychia Carrington na kaya ninyong abusuhin. I’m not that soft girl anymore.”

Without waiting for his response, I ended the call and placed my phone on the counter.

A small smile slowly appeared on my lips.

Because for the first time in my life…

this finally felt like freedom.

To be Continued.....

Author: Hi I'm cytales you can call me CY for short, and it's my first time doing writing a novel in the MANGATOON.

But don't worry I published this story to Wattpad too. Same username please follow me there's I will send the Screenshot of my Wattpad account…

Don't worry I will create a group page soon in I will send screenshots of it if you want to join. it's free

By the way sorry for the grammar because I have been trying a lot and this was taglish.

I was great ful if you support and like this story.

...Chia’s POV...

I started taking a shower to get ready for school. I didn’t need to worry about being late since the school was only half a mile away from my house. I lived on Dale Street.

I already had a lot of neighbors around me, but I still chose to isolate myself because of the nightmares that had haunted me for the past five years.

After finishing my shower, I stepped out of the bathtub, grabbed my robe, and walked toward my room to change into my uniform.

KESS University Academia had a pink-and-purple themed uniform, which was one of the reasons students loved wearing it. After changing, I tied my hair into messy buns and decided to eat breakfast outside near the school.

Before leaving the house, I made sure everything was locked before starting my walk to school.

I wasn’t like the other rich kids who used their cars even when the school was only a short distance from their homes.

Honestly, mas gusto ko pang maglakad kaysa sumakay sa kotse. I hated the suffocating smell inside expensive cars anyway.

Later, Inside the Classroom

I sat down in my usual seat at the third row beside the window. I liked staying there because I could look outside while studying.

My AirPods were in my ears while soft music played in the background. But the sound of heels clicking against the classroom tiles caught my attention.

That was enough for me to remove one of my AirPods.

When I looked up, I saw three unfamiliar faces standing in front of the class.

“We have three new students today. Please introduce yourselves,” Professor Nero said while looking at the three people beside her.

I blinked slowly and leaned against my desk, waiting for their introductions.

“I’m Sivesco Monroe, but you can call me Sige for short.”

The first girl wore a pink gothic-style mini dress. Weirdly enough, it looked cute on her.

“I’m Eranthe Kaliea Vexia Sinclair. But you can call me Kitana for short. Yeah, I know—it sounds like the sword. My parents are obsessed with weapons, so blame them.”

The second girl wore casual but cool-looking clothes while holding a thick book against her chest like she was completely obsessed with reading.

Then the last girl stood up.

The moment her eyes swept across the room, everyone went silent.

“Soravia Yvonne Athanasia Hawthorne - Salvatore,” she introduced coldly. “But you can call me Synth.”

Her voice was calm yet intimidating enough to make the entire class nervous.

Interesting.

But no.

Friends still weren’t part of my vocabulary.

To be Continued.....

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Author: Hi I'm cytales you can call me CY for short, and it's my first time doing writing a novel in the MANGATOON.

But don't worry I published this story to Wattpad too. Same username please follow me there's I will send the Screenshot of my Wattpad account…

Don't worry I will create a group page soon in I will send screenshots of it if you want to join. it's free

By the way sorry for the grammar because I have been trying a lot and this was taglish.

I was great ful if you support and like this story.