To: Prince Charming
Preface
I sat in the ugly blue plush chairs in the waiting room. There were tons of people all around me, but I had never felt so alone in my life. My mom was just admitted to the hospital because of a car accident and she was the only person I had in my life. Doctors tried to save her life, but she was gone. She left me alone to face the world with nothing left. My dad left me last year for some stupid blond woman who looked old enough to be my sister and my mom was the only person left in my life. Now that she was gone, I felt empty, like someone had taken a knife and carved out a hole in my heart.
I felt the clear salty tears of my loss steam down my face in a constant flow. I had my face buried in my knees that were pulled up onto the seat and wrapped around by my arms. I could hear a familiar clickity clack sound of heels on a tile floor far away, but I didn’t care who it was. It wasn’t like anybody could save my mom anymore. Not even my father picking me up could save me. I needed my mom.
“Alexandra,” I heard from a stern voice in front of me, “look at me.” I knew immediately who it was. My head snapped up at her harshness and I looked into her cold black eyes. She sat down next to me and place her hands on my back. “Listen, Alex. I know your loss. I feel it to. Your mother was a very dear assistant to me. So I have a deal for you. I know you don’t have any family, and if you don’t accept my offer you’ll probably end up on the streets or in the foster care system.” I looked at her shocked and confused about what she was about to propose to me. “I’ll adopt you. I’ll pay for you education, expenses, food, water, the basics. But you, you are going to work for me. You’ll cook, clean, and take care of everything I need you to. If you’re good, I’ll give you certain privileges, if not, you won’t survive a day.” I looked at her for a minute, trying to understand her emotion as I studied her face. At that moment, I was scared and hurt. To me, there was no one else and what Mary was offering was the best I could get.
“Okay,” I said quietly. She smiled to herself and got up.
“Nice working with you,” she replied as she left the room with her black stilettos tapping against the tiles. I nodded back to her as she left the room. In the next couple of hours, I was picked up and dropped off at Mary’s house. She fed me and let me cry out my feelings. She led me outside and into room a white painted room white a plain white headboard and a mattress. In order to get into the room, she had to use a key and unlock it for me.
For the rest of that night, she locked me in the room. At that point I was so emotionally wasted that being alone and just thinking about my mother was all I had left. I cried that night into the mattress, since I had no sheets. I shivered through the night and then I found myself asleep in the closet because it was warmest place in the entire ‘apartment’. The apartment had a 12*15 space. It was small and had a walk-in-closet and an old bathroom with a white claw foot tub, white basin, white medicine cabinet and white toilet. The closet had seemed to have neatly organized sections provided. I was actually pretty happy with the room, but that was all I was happy with.
Mary had sold my mother’s flat and put the money in a bank account for me. Most of the furniture from out flat was thrown away except some picture frames and my things. When I got my stuff, I quickly furnished the room with my blue Cinderella comforter and decorated my room with the pictures of my mother and I. I was allowed to keep my grandmother’s desk and my mother’s chest full of things that I held as memories of her. On the desk I placed a couple of frames, some pencils, and my mom’s lamp that she had in her bedroom. The second I moved in, I was subjected to chores and was bullied by Mary’s daughters, Shay and Alexis. Eventually, Mary got in on the bullying. They all yelled insults at me while Shay and Alexis made sure I had no friends at school and always made me do extra chores.
Regardless of torcher, as long as I didn’t react to the torcher and did my chores obediently, every month I would receive a check for about 2500 pounds. I was usually supposed to get 3000, but Mary deducted punishment points and expenses. As I grew older, expenses became less as I began to buy my own things and gained more independence. By the time I was 13, I had full independence and I usually got checks every month for 3000 pounds. I had to raise myself, but every day I wished that my mother was still alive. I became an exquisite cook and the house was always spotless, but inside all ever wanted was someone to come and save me. I was done trying to save myself because I couldn’t. There was no way.
I felt the clear salty tears of my loss steam down my face in a constant flow. I had my face buried in my knees that were pulled up onto the seat and wrapped around by my arms. I could hear a familiar clickity clack sound of heels on a tile floor far away, but I didn’t care who it was. It wasn’t like anybody could save my mom anymore. Not even my father picking me up could save me. I needed my mom.
“Alexandra,” I heard from a stern voice in front of me, “look at me.” I knew immediately who it was. My head snapped up at her harshness and I looked into her cold black eyes. She sat down next to me and place her hands on my back. “Listen, Alex. I know your loss. I feel it to. Your mother was a very dear assistant to me. So I have a deal for you. I know you don’t have any family, and if you don’t accept my offer you’ll probably end up on the streets or in the foster care system.” I looked at her shocked and confused about what she was about to propose to me. “I’ll adopt you. I’ll pay for you education, expenses, food, water, the basics. But you, you are going to work for me. You’ll cook, clean, and take care of everything I need you to. If you’re good, I’ll give you certain privileges, if not, you won’t survive a day.” I looked at her for a minute, trying to understand her emotion as I studied her face. At that moment, I was scared and hurt. To me, there was no one else and what Mary was offering was the best I could get.
“Okay,” I said quietly. She smiled to herself and got up.
“Nice working with you,” she replied as she left the room with her black stilettos tapping against the tiles. I nodded back to her as she left the room. In the next couple of hours, I was picked up and dropped off at Mary’s house. She fed me and let me cry out my feelings. She led me outside and into room a white painted room white a plain white headboard and a mattress. In order to get into the room, she had to use a key and unlock it for me.
For the rest of that night, she locked me in the room. At that point I was so emotionally wasted that being alone and just thinking about my mother was all I had left. I cried that night into the mattress, since I had no sheets. I shivered through the night and then I found myself asleep in the closet because it was warmest place in the entire ‘apartment’. The apartment had a 12*15 space. It was small and had a walk-in-closet and an old bathroom with a white claw foot tub, white basin, white medicine cabinet and white toilet. The closet had seemed to have neatly organized sections provided. I was actually pretty happy with the room, but that was all I was happy with.
Mary had sold my mother’s flat and put the money in a bank account for me. Most of the furniture from out flat was thrown away except some picture frames and my things. When I got my stuff, I quickly furnished the room with my blue Cinderella comforter and decorated my room with the pictures of my mother and I. I was allowed to keep my grandmother’s desk and my mother’s chest full of things that I held as memories of her. On the desk I placed a couple of frames, some pencils, and my mom’s lamp that she had in her bedroom. The second I moved in, I was subjected to chores and was bullied by Mary’s daughters, Shay and Alexis. Eventually, Mary got in on the bullying. They all yelled insults at me while Shay and Alexis made sure I had no friends at school and always made me do extra chores.
Regardless of torcher, as long as I didn’t react to the torcher and did my chores obediently, every month I would receive a check for about 2500 pounds. I was usually supposed to get 3000, but Mary deducted punishment points and expenses. As I grew older, expenses became less as I began to buy my own things and gained more independence. By the time I was 13, I had full independence and I usually got checks every month for 3000 pounds. I had to raise myself, but every day I wished that my mother was still alive. I became an exquisite cook and the house was always spotless, but inside all ever wanted was someone to come and save me. I was done trying to save myself because I couldn’t. There was no way.
Great story love! It's amazing!
1/28/14