Chapter 2

Desmond Arthor was a man who’s name held more fame and power when mentioned than most men combined.

A business tycoon and a multimillionaire, an even rumored billionaire, he was the man every man wanted to be and since the death of his wife, the man every woman wanted to marry.

But little did they know how that wish was more of a curse should it be graanted.

This great man was actually a demon in disguise.

Why? Because the “death” of his wife wasnt an accident as the media knew it as, no, she was killed, by him.

Hit her, abused her, forced her into submission and sent her death threats when she tried to leave with her kids.

The only reason she stayed was because of them, but in the end she didn’t survive.

That woman was my mother and right now, the man sitting in front of me, was none other than my father, Desmond Arthor.

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I hated mornings.

Most people werent morning people but the reason i hated mornings had nothing to do with the waking up early.

It was why i woke up early.

Every morning i woke up with a new bruise or cut.

A reminder of the way things had gone.

The way my life had changed.

Every morning, i wanted to end it all.

But every morning, i held myself back.

I had to be strong.

But not for myself, but for her.

My mom.

She had died to protect me and my sisters.

Dying….just didnt feel right knowing how much she sacrificed for me.

So i pushed on….or at least forced myself to.

There were days were it felt difficult.

Days like today.

All i had to though was to look at Dahlia and id feel a bit lighter.

I would endure it all for her.

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Today was a Monday, meaning another day of school.

Most people didnt like school.

I didn’t either, too many eyes and too many stares, too many whispers and talks that i just didnt need.

But i didnt hate it though.

To me, school was my hiding place, my little fortess that i could use to hide from the devil, no matter how short the time was.

As i looked at the mirror, i made sure nothing was obvious.

I wore a black turtle neck long sleeve top and loose jeans. I paired them with sneakers and kept my hair in a low ponytail

This was my signature look.

Clothes that could cover me.

Hide me.

Protect me.

As little as they could.

I wanted to hide.

I wanted to disappear.

I wanted to be alone….or at least that how i should have felt.

I didnt have any friends, i never tried.

The abuse started shortly after my mom died, and not a day had gone by did her stop.

Once it got bad to the point id thought id die.

I wanted it.

I welcomed it.

But atlas, the devil himself didnt grant me death.

No, my father took me to a private hospital, and once I recovered the beatings continued.

This was my life.

And i hated it.

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