Chapter 4 Hateful
MIA’S POV
He is a man in his forties with beards, dressed in his simple attire but looking a bit wasted.
Oh no.
His dull eyes rested on me, making me uneasy already.
"Dad, look at what Mia got for me," Vicky said happily, raising up her chips.
I looked at her and then at him.
His eyes are on me.
I swallowed.
"Go to your room," he ordered.
"But dad...."
"Now," he ordered.
Her shoulders fell, and she walked towards the room, leaving me alone with him.
I held the little bag in my hand nervously, avoiding his eyes.
"Welcome home, Mia," he said, almost sounded like a snarlx x.
"I....I brought the things mom asked me to buy." I stuttered as he approached.
My heart pounded.
"Where....where is she?"
"Is it just me or did you become more beautiful than the last time you were here?" he asked, staring at me with his menace-filled eyes.
I swallowed as he stopped just a few inches away from me.
My entire body stiffened as I stared at everywhere but him.
"Nah. You actually got more beautiful."
"Please.....call my mom," I stuttered without looking at him.
He gripped my chin, making me whimper as he forced me to look at him.
I felt a nut in my belly as I stared at his evil green eyes.
"God, I have always loved it when you tremble in my hands."
"Let....let me go... please,"
He gripped my chin tighter, and I shuddered more.
"If you had cooperated with me back then, you would have replaced your mother in my heart, sweet thing," he snarled, staring at my lips.
"Please...." I shuddered.
He began leaning in.
"Stop," I breathed, trembling in terror.
He grabbed my waist, making me collide with him.
I whimpered as he gripped me tighter.
"Leave me alone,"
"George," mom's voice intervened, making him release me instantly.
I felt my nerves calming down as I stared at her.
She is dressed in her silver nightgown. Her long blonde hair looks messy, like it was being pulled.
Her eyes moved between George and me.
"She threw herself at me again," he lied.
I furrowed my brows at him. Not because I am surprised at his usual wicked ways, but at the fact that he could lie so easily.
I looked at my mom.
She is looking at me.
"Go to our daughter," she said without looking away from me.
"Elle, I am....."
"Go to our fucking daughter, George," she ordered sternly.
He heaved a sigh and walked away.
Mom began walking towards me.
"Mom, I got the things you asked me to....."
She gave me a hard slap on my cheek.
I let out a whimper, holding my cheek. It hurt badly, forcing tears to gather in my eyes.
I looked at her with my brimming eyes.
She is glaring at me.
"Mom," I muttered.
"When will you stop trying to seduce my husband, you slut?!" She spat.
My heart bled all over again as a tear rolled down my eyes.
"You think you are the beautiful and blonde young version of me that you can steal my fucking husband?"
"Mom!"
"You will not succeed!" She snapped back, glaring at me with those brown eyes I inherited.
Those brown eyes that look at me like I am the enemy.
"You younger generation think you are the VIPs now. You think you are the center of the world, and now we married women should be scared of you. You are wrong, Mia," she snarled.
I lowered my gaze and pulled down my hand on my cheek, calming my nerves as I stared at the little bag in my hands.
"Here are the tampons and the painkillers you asked me to buy," I said, extending it to her without looking at her.
She slapped it away harshly, making it hit the wall and fall on the floor.
I looked at it as my heart bled.
I didn't have much money. But I bought those things regardless.
"I have no need for them anymore," she said, making me look at her.
She is glaring at me.
My lips trembled. "What....what are you going to use then?"
"Shut up and get the fuck out of my house," she ordered.
More tears flowed as I stared at her.
What happened to my mother?
My own mother.
What happened to her?
"I said get out!" She yelled, pushing me.
I fell on the floor.
"And don't come here ever again even if I call you. Get out!" She yelled.
I blinked slowly, sniffled as I got on my feet. I stared at her for a while.
She was still glaring at me.
I turned and reached for the door with my sweaty hand.
"Mia," Vicky's voice stopped me in my tracks.
I heard her running towards me.
"Victoria," mom called, and I turned to them. She is holding Vicky, who is staring at me with tears in her eyes.
"Don't go, Mia. Please," she cried lowly.
My eyes softened as I stared at her.
"Get out," mum said calmly.
I looked at her.
She is glaring at me while holding Vicky. I sensed George's presence a few steps behind my mom.
I returned my gaze to Vicky. She is sobbing silently.
"I love you, little sister." I almost whispered.
She sobbed the more.
I looked at my mom.
She is still glaring at me.
"I love you, mom. I just hope you change," I said before walking out.
"Mia!" I heard Vicky call.
I continued walking, wiping my tears with my hands as I walked. I held onto my bag hung on my shoulder while walking.
I sniffled as more tears flowed.
Time passed and I was almost home. Just a few blocks away.
I can't believe I walked all the way.
I was drowning in thoughts about my pathetic life that I didn't know that I had walked for so long.
Even regardless of the darkness and possible danger that is associated with it.
I don't really care if anything bad happens to me.
What is the use of my life anyway?
I lost my only source of income.
My boyfriend is cheating on me with a mean girl who calls him her man.
My mom just reminded me how much she hates me.
How much of an enemy I am to her.
I am literally on my own in this world.
What else is here for me?
Tell me what else?
The dangers of the night should take me now that they have the chance to.
I let out a cough as I walked along the less busy road and continued walking on the quiet streets.
The streetlights are quite helpful. You could barely see anyone walking around.
Just me.
They should come and take me now.
They could cut me open and sell all my organs. I don't really give a......
The sound of a baby's voice made me stop in my tracks.
I furrowed my brows and looked back. I saw some trash cans on the side.
I didn't hear the sound again.
Perhaps I heard wrong.
I faced my way and was about to take another step ahead when the baby's voice came again.
I looked behind me.
This time, the baby was crying.
What in God's name?
I walked back, following the voice towards one of the trash cans.
I froze the minute I saw a baby in it.
An interracial baby.
Oh my God.