1 1_ born in the middle of fire

Airlea,

Meteorites were raining down from heaven on the earth. It was exactly midnight, the sky was dark gray, and all you could see was a little blaze lighting up the sky. As it shimmers and flickers in the sky, it's rather lovely.

However, as the shimmering light spread across the surface, it ignited everything it came into contact with.

And it was only a matter of time before you could hear wailing coming from one of the houses that had been suspiciously burnt. Even if it hadn't been struck by meteors...

The sorrow and agony of the individuals within the house horrified you, and if you heard it, you would have shivered.

I pity myself as I looked in the mirror. It was my 16th birthday, but I couldn't even grin because it was my day.

I couldn't remember if I grinned sincere smiles on my birthdays and every day of my life. Because I've been blamed by my entire family since my parents died, dating back to the time I was born.

They have been accusing me of being the cause of their deaths.

Our home has been on fire since the day I was born. I'd heard from other people because of the meteorite, but what about my own family? They think it's all because of me. I'm cursed, and I'm a satanic daughter.

My half-sister was the reason for this. She stated that she watched me extinguish the fire that had started in my mouth as I opened my mouth to cry. She was just three years old on the day of the accident, yet she never stopped telling people about it. Time and time again. Like it was true, but if I genuinely possessed such a power, I could have already burned her alive, as she had always said. Because of her heinous and repulsive actions.

The midwife who helped my mother deliver me and throws me on the bed as I emerge from this cruel world. Our house started to burn, according to my half-sister, when the midwife rushed around because her body was burning violently.

I'm not sure how my sister and I managed to stay alive. My sister has no explanation for it, therefore I'm not sure.

I remembered my sister's story for almost 16 years. She tells me, and all of her friends, this on a regular basis.

That's why everyone thinks I'm crazy, and I've been bullied because of it. Sometimes I wish that was true so that I might seek vengeance and protect myself from the harm I am experiencing.

My sister screamed from outside my room, "Why are you still laying on the bed bitch!" She couldn't try to get inside, why? I was staying in the basement due to the fact that I was staying there.

If I say basement, I'm implying that...

It's filthy, disgusting, and infested with rats and insects.

I've become accustomed to it because, well, I don't have a choice in the matter. My so-called family, on the other hand, was repulsed by the thought of entering. Much more than my half-sister, I know she would never touch me if I was within my sanctuary, no matter how upset she is.

Our financial issues have gotten worse since my folks died. And it was my fault, according to my grandparents.

Fortunately, they still allowed me to attend school, and at night, I went to my part-time work as a dishwasher at a neighboring club because I was still young and couldn't be seen outside.

I was about to stand up when my grandmother entered my room... It was strange because it was the first time she had entered the basement in a long time.

"Take a bath, and wear that," she says, tossing me a dress. "You'd be going to your new job."

My grandma then walked away, but I could feel how disgusted she was with me via her eyes, which left me speechless. And I was thinking to myself, "What does the new job that she mentioned mean?"

I begun to stand in the middle of my room for a little moment, unsure of what is going on. "Bitch, you have to go faster, your new employer was waiting for you," my sisters yell.

"Huh?

" All I had to say was,

"This is not the right time for your foolishness Lea"

My sister muttered something, and you can feel wrath mixed with contempt in the way she said my name.

"I hope you don't come back this time..." she says in hushed tones, according to what I've heard.

I swallowed hard before taking a bath, and, as Grandma suggested, I wear a sandy dress, even if it's uncomfortable because it's so short.

This was my sister's dress, I recall. As I see her wearing it, it's quite short, but because I'm taller than she is, the dress appears even shorter. And it makes me feel like a whore because of the way it fits my body. But if I don't want to get beaten by my grandparents again, I have to wear it. My bruises from their earlier whipping still pain, and I already have a lot of wounds; there's no room for another.

I step out of my room with trepidation and begin to stroll carefully. When I entered our living room, I noticed my grandfather conversing with a stranger. They were two in number. They both appeared like mob members, from their beards to their filthy attire, as they stood near the door.

"oh she's here, Lea come here, I would like you to meet them, they would bring you to your new employer"

My grandfather remarked, beaming and smiling, and I noticed that he was carrying a wad of cash in his palms.

Is he going to sell me to these thugs? I was trembling and took a step back, but my grandfather grabbed my wrist and drew me back, but as the hoodlum seized and tugged my hand, he pressed and pushed me into the door, I knew horror was on my face. I returned my gaze to my granddad and stated...

"Please, Grandpa, I don't want to go with them!"

I scream pleadingly. Yet, it seemed that they weren't hear me. While the man was taking me out of our house, fear covered my face. My entire body was shuddering and shaking at this point.

"Take this as recompense for what you did to my son, and we will never ask you anything after that"

They turned their backs on me as if nothing had happened, as my grandmother said. Of course, I'm nothing to them, therefore my tears fall.

While I continue to struggle and try to break free from the guy's grip, the second guy assists him in slipping me through the car. They technically dragged me inside.

And all I could do was cry when they succeeded.

"Stop sobbing, little pussy, I guarantee you'll like your new home."

One of the guys once said something, and then they burst out laughing like a demon. Because of that, I'm on the verge of jumping out of the car.

I was still crying as the automobile moved. I attempted to open the automobile door, but it was automatically locked.

"Please let me leave..." says the narrator.

I beg them to stop laughing and pay attention to me while I'm still crying.

Never in a million years did I believe my family would consider selling me. Isn't it true that I'm still a member of their family? Regardless of what occurred? I'm still a member of their family...

Maybe I'm the only one who has considered it...

After how many hours of driving, the automobile comes to a halt in front of the most spectacular, opulent, and stunningly beautiful mansion I have ever seen in my life.

The front of the house includes a large fountain with an angel figure holding a large jar, and the water was never-ending in that jar.

The entire estate was surrounded by plants and flowers, as if it were a large garden. My jaw was clenched, and I had almost forgotten why I was here.

I would have forgotten why I ended up here if it weren't for the two strangers who hauled me out of the car.

"It's time for you to meet your owner, little kitty," says the owner.

One of the guys yelled something, and they pulled me around like garbage, simply to get into the massive mansion. I began to battle for my life once more. Once I was able to enter this residence, I knew there would be more pain in store for me.

I feel so small and helpless because the prospect of fighting for my life terrifies me.

What would happen to me if this happened? Someone, please, assist me.

But what if something goes wrong? To my family, being here was much better than remaining at my residence.

"Where is Alpha Langford? tell him that the subordinates, that he asks fetch his package whereas treasures already here"

I stared at the stranger who still had his hands securely gripped around my wrist; I was sure her wrist would be marked through it later.

I never attempted to move or fight since I knew there was nothing I could do now, whether I fought or not. I'm already in their area, and whoever it was who asked these two awful strangers to get me through my grandma was definitely rolling the dice.

It shouts how wealthy the owner is from the beginning of the path to the gate to the garden until you arrive inside the mansion. I'm doomed if that's true.

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