"Ugh! I'm tired of this bullshit." Over the past couple of hours, I've been cleaning this house. There are cobwebs everywhere in the house, there are stains on the floor, black spots on the walls, and the whole house is dusty and smelly. Right now I'm trying to get rid of the stains on the floor but they just won't go away.

I used to live with my junkie parents, they earn money by dealing drugs. They kill the buyers and steal their assets. They'd kill other dealers and steal all their drugs and money. They are pretty clean in the things they do stating the fact that they haven't been caught yet. But they spend all that money on drugs. There is not much money left to bear the expenses. So they forced me to work, I had to work three jobs to handle all the expenditures. They treated me like trash, they would make me do all the house chores. My mama wouldn't do a thing other than snorting all types of drugs. I had to clean, cook and wash. They never loved me, never endorsed me, never admired my endeavours, nothing. They said that I was a mistake. Their condom broke and they had me. I was never planned, I was just a mistake. Two years ago, they started physically abusing me, and now I had enough of their tortures. So I started looking for a place to stay and came across this house. This house has been abandoned for over a century now. Something about this house freaks me out. But its rent is something that a broke teenager like me can afford. So here I am cleaning this God-forsaken house.

A few hours later

I had managed to get the smears off the floor. The cobwebs had been removed. All of the bookcases and furnishings had been dusted. I don't have a lot of stuff. My room is furnished with a bed, a dressing table, a study table, a nightstand and an armchair. As this is my house now, I have to buy certain things for my house.

Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a dining area, one hall and a storage room make up this house. This house is quite large. I don't need this big house as I'll be living here alone, but not that I'm complaining.

Later in the day, I went to a cheap furniture depot to buy some items for my house.

They stated that the furniture would be delivered at 3 pm. So I had some time to take a bath.

I went straight to my room and opened the door, which creaked and made a squeaky sound. Well great, now I have to lubricate all of the door's hinges.

Sighing, I walked into my room. Even though this house is over a century old, it still has modern inner looks. My room has a rectangular silhouette with smoothed edges to give it a modern design look.

The walls in my room are a pale blue colour. My bed is situated in the middle of the room. To its right, I have a double glazed window, which does not allow external rumours to enter the room. My room is bigger than the other two bedrooms.

I walked over to my luggage, which was on the floor beside the bed. I haven't unpacked yet since I was busy cleaning the house. I rummaged through my bag and pulled out a black skirt, a pretty floral blouse and my leather jacket.

I went into my bathroom and gasped in disbelief as I entirely forgot to clean my bathroom. To my right was a shower area with bath screens. The glass door was caked in thick dust. And straight ahead from the bathroom door was the counter.

I decided to clean the bathroom before taking a shower. After 30 minutes I was done cleaning.

I hopped into the shower and instantly the warm water soothed my body. 

A searing sensation on my shoulders and arms made me shriek a few moments later. I abruptly jumped back, screaming at my smouldering crimson flesh. The water temperature can't vary on its own, which was strange. That startled me.

But dismissing it, I went to the basin and poured cold water on my burning flesh to ease the burning sensation.

I draped the towel around my torso and exited the bathroom. I went to my full-length mirror and dropped the towel. I saw the bruises and beating marks done by my parents. Some were fading and some were nearly healed.

I heard a creaking sound of my door and I hastily jumped back in fright. I glanced at the door and the door was slightly ajar, but I was pretty sure I locked the door. 

Realising I was still naked, I quickly yanked up my towel and wrapped it tightly around my body.

I gulped the lump in my throat and slowly took steady steps toward the door and gripped the door and opened it. There was no one in the corridor, it was deadly quiet, only sounds that can be heard are the loud thumping of my heart.

I locked the door and went to my outfit. 

After sprucing up, I started to fix my hair. My hair is pretty long, my blond hair reaches my back. I let it down and just left it as it is still wet. I applied some mascara to make my eyes pop.

Soon the furniture folks came and they set up the furniture around the house and left.

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