It was raining when Shayera opened her eyes she doesn't remember what happened to her when she was gone for almost two months those two months she didn't know where she was or who had kidnapped her but those memories were all gone.
Shayera has been blind since she was two years old as she walked back to the Williams Mansion the moment she stepped forward a sharp slap hit Shayera across her face.
"You slut! Shayera! How dare you make trouble for me!" A woman named Josephine her mother shouted at Shayera who pressed her lips together confused. Shayera was ugly, fat, extremely fat, chubby face, with her curly red hair she was someone who everyone would call an ugly duckling. She has two sisters though they don't have red hair the older sister is already 21 years old beautiful but also cunning and finds others to do her dirty work, and the other sister same age as her but she always finds ways to belittle Shayera who has gotten used to this since she was small. She truly had no emotions against this at all.
The small room felt oppressive, the air thick with dust and the scent of old cleaning supplies. Shayera leaned against the doorframe, her fingers tracing the chipped paint. It was a far cry from the spacious apartment she'd cultivated in Paris, a haven of sleek modernity and quiet luxury. Here, in this cramped space, the weight of her past pressed down on her, heavy and suffocating.
Lily's voice cut through the silence, dripping with disdain. Shayera didn't even bother to turn around. She knew that tone, that smug curl of the lip. It was a familiar melody of condescension she'd heard countless times throughout her childhood.
"Well, well," Lily drawled, her voice echoing slightly in the small room.
"Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence. Did you get lost on your little adventure? Which blind idiot slept with you? You are so ugly and fat tsk tsk," Lily said. Shayera who is only 16 years old just looked at Lily for a long moment before she closed her eyes and went back to reading her book.
Early the next morning
She woke up and went to make herself breakfast if she didn't this family would truly starve her to death. As she walked she heard Lily voices and a male voice that male was no other then her boyfriend Parker Joo. She slammed the door open and she gasped.
"What…" Shayera shuttered Lily didn't even bother to hide it.
"What sis? Don't you see Parker and I are in love!"
"Parker!?" Shayera said, Parker made a disgusting face toward Shayera.
"Shayera let me tell you my true feeling toward you, you disgusting pig."
Shayera's hand tightened around the ceramic mug in her grasp, the warmth doing little to soothe the icy fury that was rapidly spreading through her veins. Parker's words were a deliberate provocation, a calculated attempt to wound. She could feel her pulse quickening, a familiar tension coiling in her stomach. Years of suppressed anger threatened to erupt, but Shayera forced herself to breathe, to maintain a semblance of composure. Reacting with emotion would only give them the satisfaction they clearly craved.
She lowered her gaze, focusing on the swirling steam rising from her tea. "How… charming," she said, her voice dangerously low. It was a carefully crafted tone—polite, almost bored—designed to mask the storm raging beneath the surface.
Lily let out a theatrical giggle.
"Oh, don't be such a spoilsport, Shayera. Oh I forgot to tell you mom and dad well sister and I are moving to Japan while your ugly ass stays here!" Lily said and she kissed Parker again who kissed her.
"Tsk tsk the only reason I dated you for a bet you are nothing but an ugly person you might as well die," Parker said. Shayera found herself crying but she held her anger in and she walked away she knew she wasn't pretty she fat and ugly but she found herself dizzy and then fainted.
When she woke Josephine, and David both slapped her twice.
"You are truly a whore! Pregnant at only age 16!?"
"Impossible I have never had sec before nor…"
"Stop fucking lying!" David shouted and slapped Sahyera heard that her lips bursted open.
The slap echoed in Shayera's ears, a brutal punctuation mark to their relentless cruelty. A searing pain blossomed across her cheek, but it was overshadowed by the sheer disbelief that washed over her. Accusations of infidelity and pregnancy? The audacity of it all!
Her mind reeled, struggling to process the venomous words hurled at her. She opened her mouth to protest, to vehemently deny the absurd claims, but the words caught in her throat, strangled by a sudden wave of dizziness. The room swam before her eyes, the faces of Josephine and David blurring into distorted masks of malice.
A tremor ran through her body as she struggled to sit up, her hands instinctively reaching for the stinging welts on her face. The memory of the past few months flooded back—the disorientation, the fear, the fragmented images of a foreign land. Japan… what had happened there? But she couldn't remember the only thing she remembers going to Japan on a class trip and then she was back in the America but what happened in those five months she herself doesn't know.
Josephine's voice dripped with scorn as she continued her tirade.
"Don't play innocent with us, Shayera. We know you were gallivanting around Japan, getting yourself into trouble. And now this! A child out of wedlock! You've brought shame upon this family!"
David, his face contorted with rage, advanced on her. "You're a disgrace! A blight on our reputation! How could you be so reckless?" He grabbed her arm, his grip bruisingly tight.
Shayera flinched, a surge of defiance rising within her despite the fear that threatened to paralyze her. She yanked her arm away from his grasp, the movement surprisingly forceful.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, her voice trembling but firm.
"I didn't—"
Slap
That slap came from Lily.
"Mom she should change her last name! Image when we move to Japan and this ugly fat sister wouldn't it be an embarrassment?" Lily said. Skyler who took a sip of her tea closed her eyes and she gently smiled.
"Mom she should also get the family whip one hundred and fifty," Skyler said.
The moment she got home Shayera found herself being forced to kneel down and her father, mother, and two sisters took turns to whip her back endlessly.
The sting of the whip was relentless, each lash a searing brand against her skin. Shayera bit back a scream, clamping her lips together to stifle the pain and the rising tide of humiliation. Her body trembled with each strike, her muscles screaming in protest. The rhythmic crack of the whip echoed in the room, a brutal soundtrack to her degradation.
She focused on a single point on the floor, desperately trying to shut out the sounds and sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. Breathe, she told herself, just breathe. It was a mantra she'd repeated countless times throughout her life—a shield against the constant barrage of criticism and abuse.
The air grew thick with the smell of sweat and blood, and Shayera could feel tears streaming down her face, mingling with the dust and grime that coated her skin.