The Seventh Vampire Disciple

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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Promises. I fucking hate that word. All my life promises gave me pain. If I only used my brain, I wouldn't be in this situation that I am in. I wouldn't be in hell for the past years. I wouldn't be hurt. I wouldn't be battered.

There were things in life that changed. There were things in life that would change you.

Everything wasn't permanent.

Even love would fade.

I never thought that love would ruin me. I never thought that the man I love dearly would hurt me until I bleed.

The only man that I thought that would stand by me was the reason why I am hurting and still hurting. All this time, I was broken by him.

False hope. The right word to describe it.

I shrugged the thoughts off and shook my head. I smiled bitterly as the memories came flashing in my head, then I asked myself. Why wasn't it fading? Why am I still hurting? When would I forget the memories?

"You're crying, again?"

I wiped my tears instantly as I heard Nanny Belen's soothing voice. I looked at her direction and saw pity in her eyes. She even tapped my shoulder and offered her handkerchief to me.

Nanny Belen was like a guardian to me. I was ten years old when my mother died because of cancer. My father was nowhere to find because I am a product of a one night stand. But, Nanny Belen took care of me and treated me like her own kid.

My life was painful. It seemed that I caught all the unwanted things that life could offer.

"I am just sad Nay," I said and hugged her tight.

"Everything has a reason Sofia," Nanny Belen answered. I could feel the pain in her voice. I knew she was hurting too seeing me like this.

"I know. But--"

She cut me off and shook her head. "Change your clothes now and be prepared. Fausto will call you later. There will be a dinner with his investors," Nanny said.

I felt the sudden rush. My senses were also awakened. I desperately tried to calm myself and looked at Nanny Belen after I released her from the hug.

Fausto was expecting a visitor. He said it was his investors. I am not actually interested. Not even thinking about it. But because Fausto told me about the dinner, I felt afraid to say no. Because I knew he would get mad if I declined. He was like a devil reincarnated.

Fausto was my husband. We were married for five years. Five years of hurting and crying for me too.

I was young when I married him. I am vulnerable and broken that I even agreed to marry him. The only thing that I regretted until now because, marrying him was like hell.

"I will leave you now, Sofia." She handed me a black dress.

I nodded and took the dress from her. I sighed and watched her leaving. I am all alone again. The loneliness of my room made my heart hurt and the reality I had been living.

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