THE PAST
Lily POV{}
I was sitting and waiting for Jack from about 5 hours but unfortunately he came home drunk and wasn't in any condition to hear what I want to say him.
The servants brings him into the room where I was waiting for him.
Looking at him clearly signifed that he is not in a condition to hear anything at this point of time.
So I help the servant to lay him on his bed and the moment I lay him on his bed he fell asleep.
I am pissed off from all these things, I want to get rid of it any how.
Whatever happened to me in the party has changed me. The humilations made me understand to be strong in front of anybody. Before Jack reached to the mantion I was thinking all this. I was thinking and was consenting myself about the situation and how to get rid of the humiliation and embarrassment.
My mind was making me understand to be strong because I am not living a normal life but I am struggling to live.
I was thinking about how to get rid of things and how to stay strong in any situation , in simple words I was making myself determined to face upcoming and passed situations.
I am an orphan. I am having only a brother to call a family. Other then this I have no one in this entire world.
My parents died when I was 11 years old and my brother was 5.
They died in a car accident.
I heard about them that they were travelling and they used to travel a lot and in that only they met with a car accident and died on the spot.
After they died my brother and my custody was given to my grandmother.
She wasn't a nice woman. I remember for every mistakes she use to whip us.
Used to make me do all the chores of the house, she never made me go to school and the money that community services used to send her was used by her, on her gambling games.
She was totally a crazy women.
She was maniac.
She never made me and my brother to even see the school.
Always use to make me do house chores and nothing else.
The money that used to come from the community services to help us to go to school and to a better life did never reached to us but she used to take it with herself and use it for her own benefits.
Me and my brother lived with her for about 6 years but one day she was seen by me dead on her bed.
I check twice thrice and call the police.
The police reached and the ambulance as well and she was taken to a hospital.
After properly examining the doctor stated that she has died because of heart attack .
My grandmother had no one accept my father. My father was her only child.
My father too doesn't had a nice childhood because of my grandmother due to her gambling habits.
Just because of her gambling habits, my father was too through community services given another family to stay his childhood with.
He was grown by another family and because of them he had a successful life.
But don't know why we were sent to grandmother who already had a bad image in front of community services for her gambling habits. Maybe they wouldn't had notice this on the timing when they were handing over us to her.
They might would have thought that she has improved.
So the community help me and my brother doing the funeral of the grandmother.
It was a simple funeral in which nobody was present except us.
In the funeral we bid the grandmother a goodbye and after doing all the rituals, me and my brother was sent to the community services so that we could be adopted by an another family.
In most of the countries there are barely any community services for children's and I felt lucky.
I wondered what we would had done if we didn't had any community service in our country.
In a month we together was adopted by a Russian family and was brought to Russia.
It was the first time I saw Russia.
I was overwhelmed to see such a beautiful country.
The Edifice was so tempting and the city where I was brought to was very magnificent.
The family who adopted us was a simple family and had a simple house to live in.
They had simple car ,simple house and a simple lifestyle.
Me and my brother started adjusting and fixing both of us with the new family.
At first they were very nice to us that anyone could get confused about our new family.
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The women was a maniac and the father was a psychopath.
They both used to beat us which was unsustainable.
The father was a cruel person.
Mostly I used to be alone in the house and used to do all the chores of the house as said by the women.
I was given the work of doing all the chores of the house, so I used to do everything she used to say.
I used to be very frightned from both the persons in the house.
They both used to treat us like a puppet.
The father was a psychopath and the women I mean the mother was a maniac, surely.
I was too pissed off from what ever was happening to us.
Entire day I used to do all the chores of the house like a maid and in the night I doesn't use to get even a proper meal though the entire house was living on our money which used to come from community services.
After we were adopted the father left his job or he was fired I don't know ,but he never used to go to the office.
One day when my brother was whipped for the mistake he never did ,I decided to put all this to an end as it was enough so I called the police just when the both maniacs was beating my brother. The police caught them red handed and they were sent to prison for about 5 to 7 years.
Till then I was of about 18 years old and I was no more a child so the community services took my brother with them to give him a good family and left me with my father's property to live on my own.
In the initial days without my brother I was feeling okay but later wise it felt like I was alone, so I beg to the community services to give my brother back as I wanted to live with him.
Initially they said "no" but after so much requests and after sending them the proof that I can afford my brother a living they agreed and brought my brother back to me.
The day I saw my brother was the most emotional and remarkable day.
My eyes was flooding with tears the moment I saw my brother in front of me.
I hugged him and from that day we were living together.
I used to work in a cafe and my brother used to go to school.
I myself used to pay all the expenses of his school plus community services used to help us some times.
This way we used to live together though we didn't had enough money but we used to live happily until I was kidnapped by the Russian mafia's.
I remember that day I was coming from the cafe late at night and there was no vehicle so I decided to walk alone to my house which wasn't much far from the cafe. I was walking on the road and it was dark when suddenly some people came out from a car and covering my face with chloroform maked me unconscious and the next moment when I opened my eyes I was in a dark room.
Now I am sold to this man who don't have even a heart to feel pitty for anyone.
This man is rude and arrogant and on top of it he is egoistic.
He don't care about anyone except himself and he is a pervert too.
This man is totally a jerk.
I still remember how he left me in pain and tear and didn't showered even a bit of sympathy on me though for whatever happen to me was because of him and his friend.
Though I am sold to this man but I still have a prestige. I too have some rights. His friend tried to rape me but he didn't even uttered a word to him.
This is rude and mean. I wanted to complain of the guy to the police but I was helpless as I am somewhat a prostitute, and what if police will arrest me instead of him, therefore I gave up the idea.
I never had a good past. From the time my parents died to this time I am always treated like this.
No one has ever understanded me accept my brother.
I don't know in what condition and situation he would be.
He is just 10th pass and have no degree to earn a living. I don't know what if my neighbour would have expelled him from her house. I don't know where he would be till now. I am worried about his well being.
What if the community services would have given his adoption to any family.
I am a lot worried about it.
What if the family who has adopted him would have taken him to another country.
How will I find him?
How will I know his whereabouts.
I love my brother and I don't want to get separated from him.
I want to bring him here, here in this mansion.
I want to live with him. I am worried about his future.
He is just a teenager and has never seen a family. From the day our parents died he has only seen deaths, has never seen what a family and parents love is.
At first our parents died and later we were given to people who never deserved us and now we are separated, why every bad thing is happening with us only.
Why God has given us such a bad and sorrowful life.
Has God decided to give all sorrow and grief to us only.
From the time our parents died we have done only repenting for everything that was and is happening in our lives.
At first we were given to grandmother who never treated us rightly, after this we were adopted by a maniac family and later now we are separated and I am sold to this rude and arrogant guy and my brother is there alone.
We both are struggling to live a life.
Yes it's tough and sometimes it makes me cry my heart out.
Now anything if I can do is to beg in front of this man to let me meet my brother for at least once so that I can see in what condition he is from then.
I want to bring him here in the this mantion so that we can live together, I hope that this man will let us live together though chances are less but I still want to try.
Tonight it isn't possible as he is drunk and the moment I lay him on the bed he fell asleep so I decided to talk to him about this tomorrow.
I rap to him with a blanket as it is cold and I went in the hall to sleep on the sofa.
But before that as I has been starving so I went to kitchen to have some food.
As the servants has already left so there was no one to prepare meal, therefore I made food by myself.
I prepared some salad and rice.
I took food and chilled water and taking all the things together I went on the dining table to have my food.
Later after having dinner I went to the same place ,in the hall and laying on the sofa I feel asleep