The dark side of love

Chapter 1

I was born in an abusive family. My father is an addict, my mother, a porn actress, my two brothers are a member of a huge gang in the city. While me, the youngest, stays in our hell house.

At a very young age, I was abused by my own father and brothers. They would beat me if I did something that they don't like. It will hurt immediately if I don't do what they ask me to do.

The young me became aware of the pain. The body is full of bruises and bruises every time you wake up in the morning. Will sleep with tears in the corner of the eye.

I'm used to this happening in my life. It came to the point where I would hurt myself too whenever I'm lonely. I got used to the pain that I started loving it. I got addicted to hurting myself, especially my wrist.

I don't know why I want so bad to hurt myself. Maybe it became my comfort? I don't know. When I see blood running through my wrist, it makes my insides happy.

Maybe I'm crazy, just like my family.

When the butler came out of my future room, I looked around the dirty room. I should clean this room. Even though I was abused before, I still slept clean.

I looked for a broom and luckily I found one under the bed that this room has. The mattress also needs to be replaced because it is very dirty and dusty. Maybe there is something here.

I cleaned the surroundings. Removed the cobwebs from the walls and ceiling. I wiped the window which is so dusty.

How many years has this room been unused? And why are you so dirty?

I continued cleaning, it took me two hours to do. It's almost night. I still need to prepare for what I'm going to cook.

Yes, I am the new cook of this huge house. I don't know what's the reason why the previous cook was dropped from this job. Maybe he or she didn't cook well?

I used to cook at home so I'm good at this kind of work. I can do a lot so they are not a loss to me.

Fortunately, I found some bedsheets in an old cabinet. It is clean because it is enclosed in a thick cellophane, there is also a thin blanket that I can use as well. I have something with me but I won't use it.

I sat on the rather hard bed and looked around the room.

I'm satisfied with the result. It's neat already, this room looks like a new one because of the cleanliness I've done here. The light is fine and working. It's hard if I don't have a light here.

I looked at the time on my small and old cell phone. It's already 5 pm, I should go and cook.

When I left the room, I immediately looked for their kitchen. This house is not that confusing. It's big but not too much. It's just the right size.

I wonder who's my boss here? Because the butler hadn't mentioned it to me before. All he told me was not to make them angry because he said I would be really angry. I have free use of what's in their house, food, water and electricity. The salary that I will receive is 10 every week. That's big too. I will be able to save a lot especially and it will not be much of a problem for me to spend my stay here.

I saw the butler watching tv in the living room and eating ice cream. I knocked on the wall to get his attention. He turned to me and immediately turned off the TV. He raised his eyebrows and put down the ice cream he was carrying and approached me.

As he approached, I took out my notebook and wrote in it.

'I'm going to cook?'

He frowned as he read and nodded.

"Ah, okay, go ahead. Just make sure you cook well, especially since our bosses are coming home from work today, they're sure to be tired. Cook adobo and rice porridge, that's a favorite of both of them."

I nodded to him and wrote again in the notebook.

'Where is the other servant?'

He read it. "No, it's just the two of us. The twins don't want many people to stay in their house. The two are strict. There was someone else before but they disappeared because they made the twins angry."

'Are you comfortable here?' my letter

It shrugged.

"Before, yes. Now not anymore, just a pure assistant."

He waved a hand to let me go.

"Go away, you have so many questions. Maybe that will kill you, son."

I prepared the ingredients. I was amazed because the ref has everything that I needed. I won't have to search anymore because there is everything I need to cook adobo and rice porridge. The old man is probably the one shopping here with them.

I was even more amazed because the kitchen utensils were also complete. It's just dizzying to search and shop because there are so many of them. It hurts my eyes and brain to choose the right one to use.

When I saw that I had everything I would need for cooking, I immediately started.

Cooking became my hobby. I became good at this task because of watching videos online. I make it and prepare it for my family.

While I was cooking, I heard the laughter of the old man who was in the living room and was watching a show that must have been a comedy because he was laughing so loudly. I keep wondering if he can still do that when our bosses are here? Maybe not. Our boss might get angry if he witnessed something like this in his house.

I don't even know what time they come home. The old man didn't mention it because he was excited to be back on TV. Even its name he forgot to share with me. I told him my name but he didn't call me by my name either.

I just shrugged my shoulders and continued cooking. I cook both at the same time so this job is quick. I have also cooked the rice in the rice cooker and it is about to be cooked.

When I was done with everything, I wiped my hand and looked at the little bruises from the oil that had splashed on my hand earlier. It doesn't hurt so it's okay.

I put the cooked food on the wide table. I served it and covered it well so it didn't get cold. Maybe because our boss will be later. Scold me even more because their food is already cold.

I turned to my side when I felt someone standing next to me. I saw the old man curious about what I was cooking which I was currently covering.

"It looks delicious. I didn't taste it, they should be the first to taste the new cook's cooking in their house."

He washed his hands before taking out two small Tupperwares and scooped a dish and placed it there. I wondered.

"It's yours, eat in your room. They don't want anyone else at the same time. We'll be upset if they see us wandering around them while they're eating." He handed me two Tupperware. Now he gave me a plate filled with rice.

He gave me so much. I'm not greedy. In fact I am thin. Very thin. Maybe that's why he gave it to me because I looked so hungry.

I wrote a big 'thank you' in my notebook before I went back to my room. When I entered there, I immediately ate. It's almost six o'clock, you can eat at this time. I should go to bed early today so I can wake up early because I will be cooking again.

After I ate, I sat on the floor of the room on the side of the bed. I bent my knees and buried my face there.

I look so skinny. I like to cook but I can hardly eat because of the family. Sometimes they bring other people so the food will really run out. I will also be scolded if I stay aside because they say their guest has nothing to eat.

After a while, I fell asleep right on the floor and I woke up when the coldness crept into me. I looked for my cellphone and checked the time, 11:23 pm.