CHAPTER 4 WEBS OF LIES

SABRINA POV It rained that day, and as he came to pick me up and told me to get into the car, I felt sad for leaving the two people who showed me with so much love.   I got in the car with him that day, and he drove me to a mansion that was different from where we lived before. I thought he had forgotten about her when I met a woman and a girl who seemed to be just a year younger than me, staring back at me.   She said hi and went to show me all her dolls. I thought we were going to become best sisters at that moment.    I wondered if her father was her real father, as she looked so much like him, but the little one brushed it off, saying she was probably just adopted because her father couldn't take me.    I really used my fantasies to cover up the truth about my sick ways.   "My name is Missy," she said, grinning at me while her eyes seemed to say otherwise.   "And I'm Sabrina."    "Oh, one of my dolls is named after you; you want to pick her up?"   "Yes, I'd love to." I thought she was the nicest girl I have ever met since the incident where all the kids could do to me in class was bully me, which always made me cry and make the teachers call in my grandparents. They said I was the one causing issues for the other kids, and no one in the class defended me.   I didn't know what happened that night when she said who I was, and I told her he was my father. She didn't bat an eyelash at me; instead, she told me she was going out for a whole day and left me with the dolls, for which she used scissors to cut their hair, then handed the scissors over to me.   I didn't understand what she was doing then as I waited for her to get back while playing with one of the half-bald dolls while also holding the scissors tight in my hand. That's when she suddenly entered and a scream followed. I looked over at the door that day to see her mother standing there and staring at me with eyes as wide as saucers and staring at me with a livid expression on her face.   "You devil," she had called out that day before moving to pick me up. I struggled out of her tight grip, not being able to understand what was going on at my young age.   "She cut my doll's father," Missy said as I looked in the direction she was facing and saw my father coming with a grin on his face.   "No, father, I do not understand what they are saying." My childish voice came out as I tried to reach for my father to save me from them, but all it felt like was that the harder I tried to reach him, the further I was from him.   That night, his new wife raised her hand up in the hair, and it landed on my back, making me scream in pain. For help from the man, I called my father, but he pretended he wasn't there and walked out, leaving me in the hands of the devil.   The next day, Missy came to apologize and said she forgot she was the one who cut the dolls herself. I thought everything was good again with my naive little mind. I thought she was just like Grandma, always forgetful. Then I told her it was fine, and I forgave her before we both came back together.   I didn't know what she had in store for me yet; I thought it was all over only to be thrown into it all over again when I was suddenly signed up to go to the same school as her but with a different surname because my father felt too ashamed to change my name to his and instead used my mother's surname as mine.   I didn't realize all the errors and mistakes; I thought it was normal, and my little brain was just overthinking it, only to be thrown into a world I didn't expect to be in.   When I got to school, she started telling everyone to call me names, saying I was an orphan who was trying to leach off her father's money.   I thought she was joking and everyone would laugh it off in class, but they actually didn't; they threw their lunch boxes at me. I was still so young. I didn't deserve all that.   I thought when we grew up everything would change, but nothing did; instead, she became worse than before.   I plunge my head into the toilet sink, locking me up in the toilet till a teacher comes to get me out. Only one teacher felt pity for me then, but now she acts like all of them; she avoids me just like they did. I thought it was because she was angry with me for not reporting the incidents, and I tried to explain to her that I couldn't because Missy is my sister, but she was indifferent, like she didn't care anymore.   I had to look away from her then and admit she wasn't going to be like before, like the mother I never had.   Then came the boy I took a fancy in; I should have known it was all a lie from the beginning, and in this web, the mother and daughter seemed to be spinning; I was the little prey. When he told me he felt the same way for me, I was so happy, and then he told me to do something I never expected to do for a man.   He told me he'd leave me if I did not share my nudes with him, so I did the dirtiest thing I swore to never do: I sent my nudes to him. What I didn't expect was to get to school the next day and see people pointing at me. I felt awkward and scared.   Until what I was running from came true, my nudes were spread around the school. I felt like committing suicide at that moment, but I couldn't bring myself to    I thought things would change. I'm finally with my father after all this time, but he didn't treat me like he treated her; she seemed to be a good little girl, and I seemed to always be the bad one. He didn't realize they tortured me in that house.   They gave me scars I couldn't wipe off.   I thought he would be happy to have me home with him, but every time his eyes met mine, I seemed to look like a burden.   I didn't expect him to hide me; he didn't speak for me when my half sister called me the house maid. I felt offended, but he didn't care; he didn't care about me. He didn't correct her, nor did he reprimand her like I expected him to.   That's when it really dawned on me that I wasn't his daughter in this house; in that house he called home, that was where my perfect nightmare stayed waiting for me.   My body curled at the corner of the bed, and a tear slid down my eyes. Now I was out, but I know that whenever they need me as a punch bag, they always know where to find me.    My body shook with tears.   "Why did you leave me in this world, mummy? Can you please come back and take me with you?"