1 Life Is So Frustrating

Song motivation by Normani, playing

I'ma break you off let me be your motivation,to stay and give it tonight

And, baby turn around let me give you innovation

Hey 'cause I do it so right

Think about it, ooh, I think about it

Think about it, ooh take a look at me now

Hey, a little motivation,alright.

Emily was dancing vigorously when suddenly, someone turned the music off.

"Hey! What the heck was that for?!" Emily yelled angrily.

She sneered, "Why don't you go out there and make yourself useful to the Rustin family rather than staying here all the time, dancing? Tsk!...What a useless person ", Tina Sam disdainfully said.

Emily gritted her teeth, holding back the urge to give her a sound beating. Not that she was afraid, but if she did, her mom and little brother would have to bear the consequences. Her stepmother and half sisters could not harm her because she was also under their father's protection, but that was not so for her mother and brother.

Seeing the usually sharp tongued Emily didn't retort, she flashed an arrogant smile and sashayed to her room.

"Fuck!" she cursed and slumped into the nearest chair. She was frustrated, utterly frustrated. Her father, Mr. Edward Sam Rustin, was married to her stepmother, Justina Russell. They had three daughters namely; Lacena, Michelle and Tina Sam with ages 27, 25 and 22 respectively. They formed the main family. She, her mom and little brother were just a tiny part of the Rustin family who only bore the name and not the glory that came along with it cause her mom was just a mistress to Mr. Rustin. Factually speaking, she and her brother were illegitimate children and in the high society, children like her were a disgrace. As such, they were meant to be hidden and not allowed to life of their own.

But she, Emily, with will like iron, would never let the society define her. She did not understand as to why children were supposed to pay for crimes committed by their parents. It was not as if they chose to be born to them. Left to her alone, she would rather be from the slums and live free than be born rich and be dictated to.

What puzzled her the most was the fact that her mother, knowing very well how cruel her stepmother was, agreed to let her live with her father a year ago, when she turned eighteen. That was when her father threw a banquet for her, introducing her to the high society as the fourth missy of the rich and powerful Rustin family, a title she very much hated.

Her sisters had no qualms about spreading the fact that she was an illegitimate child, making her the butt of joke in the high society. The kind of treatment she received from her stepmother was even worse, for she was such a two-faced bitch, pretending as if they were on good terms when her father was around. Because of them, she had wisened up, no longer the naive little girl from a year ago.

There were times when she really, really pitied herself. Especially when she first came to live there, she could lock herself up in the room, wallowing in self pity. But that was no longer so. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

Sighing, she got up from her seat and wore her earphones while starting a song. Swaying her waist to the rhythm of the music, she headed to her room.