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Chapter 3

  • Ariana
  • "Where are you coming from at this time?'' Greta's voice resounded in my ear. Immediately, I opened the door, and I knew I was ruined. I felt like running back to where I was coming from, but deep down in me, I knew it would be the last day of my life if I took a step in an attempt to run. "Ariana, are you deaf?" My Dad asked, rage was written all over his face. Why were they both awake, and what were they doing in the sitting room?
  • I would swear that they had both gone to bed when I left, but why are they both here now? Sitting and waiting for me to come back? Did they, by chance, plan this from the beginning? I questioned myself, but there was no answer. All I know for a fact is that I was ruined.
  • I could clearly see my Dad's disappointment and anger; Greta had never been more angry in my ten years of knowing her. " Cat got your tonMy Dad asked, and I stammered, "I....I....was..." Before I could complete my words, I felt a hot slap in my right ear for some minutes. I swear I could not hear anything. I was deafened by that slap, but before I could recover from that slap, another one hit me like a lightning, and I fell to the ground. I held my cheek in pain as I stared at them with teary eyes. "I said where are you coming from?" she asked again. This time around, I could tell she wasn't just angry but frustrated that I wasn't giving her the answers she needed.
  • But I would rather die than tell them the truth about Renzo or our plan to escape. It will only make things worse for me, and it will indeed cause a lot of trouble for Renzo. My Dad was going to kill him if he found out about him. "Please, I'm sorry; I felt cooped up in this house, so I went out for a walk. I swear I didn't do anything," I lied, and Greta roared. "You felt cooped up? What a little liar you are," she turned to my Dad and held his arm.
  • "Nevio, This girl is lying. She had been stealing from you or was probably planning with bad people to kill me," she told him. Every word from her mouth made me angry. How could she accuse me of stealing and even lying against me of trying to kill her? She wasn't a good person to me, and neither has she ever treated me like a daughter. She saw me as nothing more than a slave and treated me as one, even in my Dad's house, but it had never crossed my mind to kill her or harm her in any way.
  • I hate her with everything in me, but I would never plan to kill her. All I wanted was to escape, but here she was, saying trash about me and accusing me of planning to kill her. "Is that true? Ariana?" My Dad yelled in anger, and I could see in his eyes that there was no way he believed my lies. He always believed her over me. Even when I was telling the truth, he never believed me.
  • "Dad, I swear on my life it isn't true. I just took a brief walk," I replied as I knelt down, begging. I could see the disgust in her eye; the hatred she had for me was clearly 100 percent, and she did not plan on hiding it as she hissed. "Ariana..." My Dad called my name but stopped when I hid my phone under my skirt, and it began to ring.
  • My heart skipped a beat, and my head felt too heavy for my neck; cold chills ran down my spine, and my forehead banged loudly as a result of nervousness and fear. My eyes widened, and my body began to shake and tremble. I had been caught for sure, and this time around, there was no way I could lie my way out of this.
  • It was surely Renzo calling. He was the only one who had my number and the only one who knew I had a phone because he bought it himself for me. My parents never knew I had a phone, and they would kill me immediately if they knew, and things would get worse if they knew I was given a phone by a guy. "What was that?" My Dad asked, and I prayed that I was swallowed up by the ground right there and right now rather than answering that question.
  • There is no way I would answer that. Tears fell from my eyes as Greta moved closer to me. She pulled me by the hair and tore my skirt as she forcefully took out the phone, and immediately, the ticket fell off, too. "No," I cried out, but she snatched it and accessed it. "This bitch is trying to run off to Mexico? " She said and burst into laughter.