RHTMAV) Chapter 1 Part 3 (Patreon)

“What is happening!? Elle, explain. What is going on? Why are you making a fuss all of a sudden?” the man, whom I thought was a good father but quickly turned into my mortal enemy, was once again putting on his actor hate and acting like he cared about me. That look that I once coveted in my moments of darkness. If my dream was real then I do wonder what the old me was thinking. Why had I never thought to do this before?

I know I can not go all out just yet. But I be damned if I did not get my room back and at least proper clothing. If I am to get myself out of this mess and not end up like in my dreams, then I need to take action now and begin slowly tormenting these bastards. “As I said, if I do not get this room back, I will be going to the police. I also want pocket money and money for proper clothing. Dad, if you did not forget the money you are all living off of is mine.”

“How could I forget!? Fine if you want the room take it.” My so-called father turned and looked at the maids who had gathered to watch the show. “You all come help Maria pack up her things. I want this room cleared and redone as Elle wants it by the time she gets home from school.”

“Father! How can you take away my room and give it to this bitch!?” Maria yelled. Of course, she would not hold back. She was always like this. Normally, she would get her way, but today, I knew it would not be possible. Not since I “Woke Up”.

“Maria shut up! You shouldn’t be calling your sister a bitch! I did not raise you to talk like that! This was your sister’s room to begin with. You all told me she wanted to live on the first floor so I permitted it! What I want to know is why she has not be getting her allowance! You will move into another room down the hall. There are plenty of rooms. This one has been your sisters room since she was born! I will not hear anything else about it.” My so-called father, Weston Thatcher, would never allow me to go to the police. Not when he is this close to taking everything away from me. So, of course, he will act the act, but later, I am sure he will do something to repay Maria. Probably buy her a new car or give her a sum of money.

“Mother!” Maria still tried to make a scene, but her mother only looked the other way.

“Maria, listen to your father.” Here is a person who could not act. The cold, piercing look she was giving me as if she could strangle me here and now, made me smirk. I looked at her with a soft smile. “Linda, if you look at me like that, you might scare me and I will end up needing to speak to the police.”

“Stupid woman! Go back to the bedroom!” the good-for-nothing father yelled out. I found it quite amusing. The look on her face as she turned and stomped off, knowing she couldn’t argue back, fills me with such pure… Pleasure! But getting yelled at is just a small portion of what is to come.

“Dad, I hope you can give me a card with money on it before I leave. I want to go shopping after school. After all, I have been wearing hand me downs since I was eight. I need to get ready for school. Just do my room up with a black motif. Even the walls. With white lace. Yes… this sounds good. Right. I want a plush crimson red rug to cover the floor. I want to feel as if I am walking on a red cloud.” I do not know why but these colors just feel so right to me.

“Here take it. Buy what ever you want.” The good-for-nothing handed me a gold card. At most, there were ten thousand on it. I took it and walked out the door, giving a little wave. Sadly I had long let go of the little bitch, or else I would have dragged her along for fun.

With card in hand, I walked back downstairs to see Marget walking towards me. As soon as she saw me, she lowered her head. It seems word spread fast. Getting away with dragging the so-called young miss out of bed and not getting in trouble for it really does wonders with your reputation. That and I almost broke her arm this morning. I could tell it seemed to still hurt.