Chapter 1: ANABELLA
" Bella! Bella!! Bella!!!. A fierce voice shouted
" Slacking off again! , others are working there ass off! Here you are.... sleeping!!!!"
Oh my God, what sin did I commit in my past life to deserve such a lazy scum. Mr Ben murmured while sighing helplessly.
Bella poured. Staring at him with her puppy like eyes .
" Am sorry me Ben!. No one is here and the farm is less busy so I decided to take a short nap".
Blink..
" You!!" Humph!!
" Enough of your endless excuses! Now run along and join the others.. me Xander will be coming today, recheck the harvests thoroughly. I don't want mistakes!". He commanded and left in a loud strud .
Sigh!!
She layed back on her bed , looking up to the ceiling while roaming through her shattered life.
My name is Anabella Martinez. Am 20.
I lost mom not long after my little brother was born. My dad!! Sigh!
He's a drunkard! Squandering everything we had in gambling and bars.
Dad is the most heartless creature I have ever come across in my entire 20 yrs of existence. He gave us out to the motherless home when I was seven and my little brother was barely two years old .
I was adopted not long after , and my little brother..... heaven knows where he is.
I miss him so much, he's whereabouts is a mystery to me now.
Even though I did find him! What life will I offer him( sniffed).
A nameless and life full of sufferings.....
No!!!!
I have to work hard and earn much.. perhaps when we meet again, I will offer him a life worth living in .
My adopted parents were treating me bad. They stopped me from schooling after completing my high school even when my grades were outstanding. I wasn't sent to college, rather I was introduced to different part time jobs.
Firstly
I was employed at a convenience store and later found a side job of washing cars for some big shot in a car wash. My days were divided in other to fit my jobs requirements.
Supporting my foster parents was all I could do to survive. And that has been the rule!!
In order to be feed and sheltered, you have to work and support the household!! Their warnings still lingering in my ears.....
I work and earn to survive yet , I was still been abused by them. A day wouldn't pass without them finding faults in me.
I have lived in a shadow of myself, praying secretly for my gate to be changed. I tried committing suicide once but was saved by my foster brother.. .. Miller.