Thursday, 3rd September 2015

47 Days, 18 Years.

Dear Mommy,

Today, I did the usual. Go to school, clean the whole mansion alone then get beaten. I think tomorrow he's going to make the punishments worse. Today for not cleaning quick enough, he cut my sides. Tomorrow, he'll cut my hands and legs. I have got to work faster. I can't fail him. Or I'll get beaten more.

Ali is helping as much as she can as usual. She helped me clean today, but then Stefano caught her and he beat her. I begged him not to beat her but he didn't listen.

I have no idea what to do anymore. I want to leave. Anyway, tomorrow is another day. I promise I'll work hard so he doesn't beat Ali or me. I know you always hated us getting hurt.

Love Spence.

Only Ali knows about this journal, she has her own one. We started it together and we'll end it together. We right notes, routine torture, letters, diary entries: everything.

Its 00:01 midnight right now. But this is the only time I get a break. So I use the time to write- Update myself on the rest of the world. Stefano lets us use it. But only when he doesn't need us. It's my way of avoiding sleep.

Its been a year since she died. She died for me. It breaks me knowing that she died, exactly at 12, between the 3rd and the 4th of September. A year ago now, Ali and I would be sitting there begging at a pale figure to wake. He left us there, screaming and shouting for days: mourning beside her lifeless body. I still remember the beating that I went through, whilst Ali just sat there begging for him not to hurt me, which obviously didn't end well either.

It just pains me knowing that I might not ever get out. I don't want to my life or Ali's to end in place like this. Its so hard to stay strong. But I've done it for years, I've got to carry on. What use is it, to have gotten this far and then have it all wasted? What good does it do to me, to be sitting here and crying over someone who's never coming back; Somebody who broke you so much, that you can't fix yourself anymore? What help does it do, to keep remembering her?

She shattered me when she left, without a care in the world about what would happen if she did. That is something that I could never forgive her for but she was the mother I never had, and that alone is enough to keep my eternal love for her as strong as ever. I would do anything to see her alive again; in my mind of course. I know that she's never coming back. She's gone, just like all of my real family. Other than Ali. My family never cease to disappoint me, therefore as Ali has never left me alone or in the dark, she'll not be part of my miserable inexistent family.

I can see her. She stared at me; her beautiful chocolatey eyes, nowhere to be seen. Her eyes, her mind, all of her, was filled with grief, guilt, misery.

For days her acts won't change. On the other hand, her appearance, drastically. The scars on her body will reopen and the bruises will change to colours never seen on a bruise before. Her visits will lessen. She'll be hiding away in the chambers, waiting for him to come.

Finally, after surfing the Internet for hours, sleep washed over me. On the other hand, Ali was already fast asleep curled in a ball, her scars new and clearly visible. Tears dried on her face from the wailing only minutes before.

As my open my eyes, a light temporarily blinds my sight. Once my eyesight is returned, my heart jumps in disbelief. I was outside. We were outside. Ali was lying next to me. Two suit cases neatly placed in between us, two hand luggages by its side and one small bag laying on top. On the other side of me was trash. I quickly jump up, shouting Ali's name. Her eyes open wide. "Ali, we're out. Look." I whisper. My heart still thumping. "No. Its a trap. No." I hear her say. "No, Ali. Take a chance. Look over there. Its an airport. We can finally get out." I look at her. "Ali, if we don't take a chance, then we'll die in that hell hole, in the torture chamber, just like mom." Tears drip out of her eyes. "So, what do you say, we move away from this trash and see what our saviour has packed for us, eh?" I weakly smile at her. She smiles back. "Yeah, that would be great, its starting to smell." I smile and help her up. I keep hold of her hand as we pick up the luggages and move to a bench near by.

I quickly pick the bag up, as soon as I reach to open it, Ali grabs hold of my hand. "I love you. No matter what." I smile. "I'll always love you too." I resume my actions, When I open the bag, inside are two brand new iPhones 6s plus: Rose Gold and Silver. I had mentioned this to Ali before. These were the colours we'd asked for. I asked for Rose Gold, Ali, Silver. When I mean ask, I mean we wished that we had one. I see Ali grin. I give her her phone and take mine out. In there with the phone was more than $1000 and £1000, separate. I also found a letter inside, enclosed in a cream coloured envelope with a gold sticker on the flap. I open the letter to find a cream coloured letter inside. I decide to read it aloud, so that Ali can hear it too obviously:

"My Little Munchkins,

I know you must hate me for going. But if I didn't sacrifice my life, then both of you would have died. And if you died, then I don't know how I would have ever lived a full life. Even if I'm not there in physical form, doesn't mean I'm not watching, doesn't mean I'm not in your hearts. Ali you were my daughter, Spencer, you were my niece biologically, but in real, you were my daughter too. Never forget that. Your both my beautiful little girls and I know you'll look after each other. 

When you're reading this, you'll be by the airport. In the envelope, will be two tickets, passports, credit cards, money for food and taxi's, house keys and phones. I've been saving up for this, for a very long time. My father was a rich man, although Stefano was unaware. All the money came to me after Spencer's mother, my sister Anna, left with a man named Mario and had you, Spencer. I had billions. If your wondering, our mother passed away long before. So I kept the billions of pounds, not knowing when to use it, then I met Marco, Ali's dad. I had only given birth to Ali, a year after Anna had Spencer. Then Anna found Stefano. She was with him for months, until she left him, abandoning Spencer in the process. Thats when he found me. He took me and Ali. He told me what Anna did. I was appalled, my own flesh and blood, she was never brought up to be as cruel as she turned out to be. So I went through all the torture, taking you under my wing in the process.

Thats when I realised what the money was for. When Spencer turned 18 all the money would go to my girls. I used some of it to get you out, the rest was yours. That meant Spencer would get custody of Ali for around 11 months.I know you girls can do it. I've also got you two a house in Mooresville, North Carolina. I know thats where you both wanted to live, so I made your wishes come true. You spent your whole childhood in torture and it's stopping now. It was so hard watching you two go through what you did. 

Anyway, I think I've explained everything you guys need to know, so lastly, in your suitcases are new clothes, shoes, underwear, laptops, headphones, everything. That's why your suitcases are huge. Ok. This is the start of you new lives. Remember, just look up, when you feel upset or sad. I'll always be there. I hope you have a much better life in North Carolina. Forget about London, The Chamber: It's all part of your past just like me.

Love Mommy."

Tears were streaming down our cheeks. Why? Why did this have to happen to us? Us out of all the people in the world? I guess we're gonna have to listen to her. And It's funny how she knew all of our favourite things. I love that women I call mommy, so so much! I could hear Ali sobbing. "Ok, we're gonna check in, go through security and all that crap, then we're gonna change our clothes and start over in Mooresville." I look straight into her eyes and whisper. "Ok," She mumbles and picks her stuff up. 

This is the start of our new lives. As soon as we walk into that airport, we are different people. I'm sick and tired of losing people. We're gonna get on that plane, get a taxi and go to our new home. Buy furniture. Everything. We are gonna build our own future. This is it.

Authors Note

Thank you for reading. It means a lot. This is my first story so please vote, comment, follow. 

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Love Suvettha🍰