Born to be possessed

"You nasty b***h come here look what have you done." I heard an infuriated voice of my stepsister Stephanie. Oh my God forgive me what I have done to her now l remember I have done all that stuff that she want me to do what she wants from me now. "Get up from your death bed you foolish come downstairs hurry in a minute." Something is bad going to happen. Why I'm saying that everything in my life is bad my life's sucks. Conforming to her voice she'll be going to kill me. There is no other way to run I had to deal with their cruelty she is going to beat me very hard, and I have to bear the pain that is waiting for me downstairs. Before she yell third time I have to rush downstairs. I run with my all strength which have left in me. After awaking early in the morning and after preparing breakfast for them, then sweeping the whole mansion polishing their dirty shoes washing and sewing their dirty clothes. I'm tired enough. I come down with my whole energy which have left in me. Not only that I run as fast as I can. "What happen Stephanie is everything is alright." I said in very calm and sweet voice I know this is all going to no use, but I have to be in low tune before her. "Oh! my there are you after a long wait. You bitchy slut, look what have you done my button you didn't sew it right." "What it's just a button I can fix it. It'll take just a second. Let me do it in a second." I said in low voice. I don't want to make her angrier. "No you will be going to regret on it. Come here little bitchy." Hey what she wants from me I don't even do anything. She come near me and grab my hairs harshly in her hands. I screamed in pain, and she like it then she tightened her grip over my hairs and pull them with more force than she threw me on the floor. And run in my direction I'm too weak to run away or to stand in my defense I can't even say something to her, she pulled my hair again and slapped me on both of my cheeks. Tears are running through my cheeks. Why is she doing to me that what she'll get after that God where are you please save me. Can't you hear my cry why don't you ever hear my pray. She was slapping me harshly and pulling my hairs out of my scalp. "Stephanie? Stop it." My stepmother voice come over her ears and she stopped right the way. "But mom she ruined my dress what I'm going to wear now." "My little baby there are many other clothes in your closet you can wear something else doll you're so beautiful don't waste your time on that silly girl just come with me." What after all that she is saying that I'm silly. So what's new I have to deal with all of that every day. By the way my name is Hannah, and they are my stepmother Miranda and her two daughters Stephanie and Rachel. I'm living with them since my father had died. I'm the only child of my birth parents my mother died when I was only 9 years old she died from cancer. And my father marry to a woman Miranda. The start living with us after some months my father also died. Nobody's know how he died. He had his last tea and after that he found laying on the floor of his room. After that the Miranda shows her real face she starts beating me she starts bulling me by physically and mentally. She made me a servant and a fragile doll which she can beat in the way which she want. But besides all that I have a strong believe in my God. Everyone had their own mission to complete. Everyone is born to do something. Something special for themselves. God is good in all the ways all the time. I have belief in my self that God have planned something very special for me. And I have to live and wait for it. In these kinds of situation sometimes I want to take my life and set me free from this cruel fatal. But I can't do this. Taking your life with your own hands is too difficult. I have to live and see where my fatal will take me next. I'm sitting on the floor where the cruel Stephanie slapped me harshly. "Hey poor Hannah take that clothes and press them. Press them in just the right way don't let anything happen to our clothes." Rachel said in a growl. "I'll take care of them don't you have to worry." "OK then so be on it. It'll be done as fast as you can." She left saying that in a thunder. I have to believe in God. In these years every time something like that happens. I talk to God and hope to believe that some day everything will going to change. I rush to iron stand and press all their clothes safely and accurately. After all that I have to do my business and rush to my college I'm always late in class, but what can I do I have no other choice. I put my dress on. My all dresses are old. I have just some few dresses to wear but thanks to God I have such a beautiful face that nobody have interest to see what I'm wearing they were stuck with my looks. After All these miseries I have the opportunity to go to college, but my stepmother never pay for my college she told me that if I want to go to college I have to earn money on my own, so I do part-time job in the café near to my college so, it is easy to me to go to café after my college. She doesn't know about that I'm studying on Scholarship. It is not my fault that she is unaware of that it is she don't want to know. I want some space I don't want them to torture me a whole day, so I thought it is better to do part time job to having some space from them. My stepmother say that if i want to go to college so i have to look after to her mansion and all her daughters and her work, if i don't, so she doesn't let me go to college, so that's why this is necessary for me to do all their work then she'll give me food and roof over my head. When I entered my college gate I heard my best friend Emily." Hey what took you so long." She is the only person whom I love the most in the world she is my true friend I share my everything with her. She is rich also. And she loves me because she knows that I'm not her friend because she has a lot of money I'm her friend because I want to be. "Show me your face. What happens to you." She looked at my face and find that something is wrong with me. I tell her everything because without knowing each and everything she never stopped asking. "How could she do that. Why are you enduring their damn torture." "Likewise, I have to bear it. I have no other way." I said while tear across my eyes. "Don't cry. It's all gonna be right if you come with me to my house. My father my mother my family all are really nice you know that they all like you. They all will love you because I'm their only daughter I have three brothers, and I'm the only daughter you can also marry one of my brother if it is too hard for you to live with us without any relation." She said with a chuckle. Which makes me chuckle too. "Hey what's funny I'm serious. You know you're the prettiest girl in the world. Anyone can easily fall in love with you." "No Emily I'm good I don't want to bother you." "Bother ? Bother me for what. You're the stupidest girl of this universe." "Hey a few minutes ago you said that I'm the prettiest girl in the world." I said with a smirk. "Yes you're, but you're stupid too. I don't want these bloody assholes to torture you. You're now grown up it's yours life don't waste it on other you want to be a servant for your whole life. That's enough." "Hey it's OK. My life will change. God will mend my ways." "OK so be on it. I'm the foolish who is talking to you." she said with a frown. "Oh! my baby I'm hungry and so do you I heard your tummy screaming for food." I said her to make her feel better she is really concerned about me and I don't mind it because she loves me. "One day you will have to listen to me. And for now yes I'm starving let's go." she said with a baby face she is such a baby.