Evil Little One

Angelica is alone, her life as been a world of pain, with only one friendly face. her life is about to get turned upside down.

 

Little Evil One

 

Sometimes I feel my mind is like an open book, free for strangers to peruse at will. Every thought, touch, every moment of pain splayed across my face. My pain is used against me to torment me, imprison me, in a world of self hatred. I hate myself, and why shouldn't I? My birth caused the death of my Mother, my mere existence is the bane of my Father's life.

 

He ensures I know just how worthless and evil I truly am, child of the devil, Satan's spawn. The child of a half being, something unholy, something that should have died a long time ago. But I am left accountable for all of it's and my Mother's sins. I have beauty, immortality but at what price? Surely the price of one's Mother should be more than enough punishment. I am forced to relive it everyday, my Father pertains that I know the only reason he kept me, was for my Mother, her dying wish.

I have seen pictures of my Mother she was exquisite, a beauty, as my Grandmother and the only kind voice I have ever heard says

“She was too beautiful for this world, God's angel on loan to us”.

She is the only one who has ever approached with words of kindness, love and friendship. My real Father and his family? I have no wish to know them, I can only hope that they are dead. I should never have been born into this world. My name is Angelica, my Grandmother named me, it means 'from the angels'. Which my Father always insists is some sort of sick joke.

I am supposedly beautiful, I have long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes, my Father always said my figure was sinful, and so I wear old sacks, to cover my 'sin'.

 

Devil In Form

 

My Father startles me back into the moment,

“Girl! What is wrong with you? Sitting there moping on the floor! You are the devil's child, lazy and evil to the bone! Don't think I don't know where you go at night! Filthy bloodsucker! I should have killed you at birth. You think those looks excuse what you are? As if any man could want you” he taunted. I sat still and unmoving, I knew he was not finished yet.

“Pah! Your Mother was an angel, and you, You killed her! You and that evil night creature, had her bewitched you did! Don't think I don't know it, all your kind are capable of are trickery and sin! I can see it on your face, one day you think you will be free from me! But you are wrong my girl” his anger grew with his taunting, his rum soaked cheeks purpling.

“Hey...Not listening to me are you? After all I've...”

“Paul, you are an evil being yourself, you should not taunt the child, let her parent's sins not be visited on the head of the child” my Grandmother interrupted firmly, I felt the rush of love as I looked at my Grandmother.

She had the vestiges of great beauty, but the poverty of our home had long since taken the whole. Her kindly grey eyes were warming me now, and her lips upturned slightly as she turned to face me.

“Come, Child you must help me in the kitchen” she said the words as an order, to please my Father. But I knew that really we would look at pictures of my Mother and her family, something my Father must never know, he believes he destroyed all the pictures, but my Grandmother rescued one small album and no matter how many times I look at the picture I want to look again.

Author's Note

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