A life she longed for
Trish was in another dream of that kind and loving gentleman to enter through the door and sweep her off her feet. But then she came back down to earth with a thud as she always did. The sound of her mistress' voice was enough to believe that dreams don't come true. Aimee had already started to think that she had her head in the clouds and that the only love she would experience is from the spider on the windowsill.
She picked herself up and shuffled uneasily to her mistress' bedroom that stank heavily of the cigars she smoked.
"Yes Debra
" Oh, do shut up and fetch my breakfast, you are running terribly late today, what's the matter with you, you stupid child?"
Trish knew she should fight back but how? She had seen what had happened to the others and any life was better than the life they were given.
Aimee stomped to the kitchen where she prepared Debra's breakfast and proceeded upstairs. To which the frail girl was exposed to violent beatings that resulted from a split glass of milk.
Trish had spent the whole night plotting and sobbing in pain. She knew that dreams only happen if you let them and she knew that only one thing was in her way…Debra. She had to get rid of her.
Trish had been so frightened of her but this fright melted away over time as the beatings she received got easier to take and her wounds started to heal quicker. She was just tired of it all and fell into yet another daydream of happiness and loving. Debra soon interrupted this with her cold and thundering voice booming out orders that Trish obeyed.
"Bitch" Trish whispered so silently she couldn't hear herself.
Trish dropped enough household poison in Debra's tea to kill her so that Trish could be free to live out her forbidden dreams.
Trish strolled into the dark room and carried the small tray containing the 'magical' tea and slipped it into Debra's hands.
"What are you so cheerful about you lazy cow?" was Debra's words before placing the tea to her lips and sipping slightly.
Trish watched as Debra grew delirious and faint. She smirked an evil smile as revenge took over her small and gentle body.
Trish was in another dream of that kind and loving gentleman to enter through the door and sweep her off her feet. But then she came back down to earth with a thud as she always did. The sound of her mistress' voice was enough to believe that dreams don't come true. Aimee had already started to think that she had her head in the clouds and that the only love she would experience is from the spider on the windowsill.
She picked herself up and shuffled uneasily to her mistress' bedroom that stank heavily of the cigars she smoked.
"Yes Debra
" Oh, do shut up and fetch my breakfast, you are running terribly late today, what's the matter with you, you stupid child?"
Trish knew she should fight back but how? She had seen what had happened to the others and any life was better than the life they were given.
Aimee stomped to the kitchen where she prepared Debra's breakfast and proceeded upstairs. To which the frail girl was exposed to violent beatings that resulted from a split glass of milk.
Trish had spent the whole night plotting and sobbing in pain. She knew that dreams only happen if you let them and she knew that only one thing was in her way…Debra. She had to get rid of her.
Trish had been so frightened of her but this fright melted away over time as the beatings she received got easier to take and her wounds started to heal quicker. She was just tired of it all and fell into yet another daydream of happiness and loving. Debra soon interrupted this with her cold and thundering voice booming out orders that Trish obeyed.
"Bitch" Trish whispered so silently she couldn't hear herself.
Trish dropped enough household poison in Debra's tea to kill her so that Trish could be free to live out her forbidden dreams.
Trish strolled into the dark room and carried the small tray containing the 'magical' tea and slipped it into Debra's hands.
"What are you so cheerful about you lazy cow?" was Debra's words before placing the tea to her lips and sipping slightly.
Trish watched as Debra grew delirious and faint. She smirked an evil smile as revenge took over her small and gentle body.