It was a beautiful Saturday morning. This was something I would have been delighted to say out loud if I wasn't trapped in this place that I so much distasted even if it had a dorm hall haven with beautiful, nude colored walls. Yesterday some third year student named Mandy came to introduce herself and it wasn't all that bad.

I climbed on my bed to hang the paper heart wall art mother and jy made a week ago on the wall. Satisfied at how they looked perfectly placed above me, I heaved a sigh of relief and smoothened the sheets I rumpled, trying to hang the paper art up.

A pleased look was on my face because the paper art had blue, red, yellow, pink and orange heart shapes attached to four strings that complemented my white bed and mattress covered in milk sheets.

"They look like they were made for the wall," Hazel said, giving me a close mouthed smile. I nodded in response.

"Good morning, Do you mind showing me the bathroom?" I asked, admiring her mix of butterscotch and caramel colored hair.

"Good morning to you too. Hold on, I need to take off my clothes then we'll go together."

She removed her pajamas and I looked away at my twin who was still drooling on the bed.

"Shall we?" She gestured to the door with a toothful grin, showcasing her beautiful dentition. They weren't all that white, but I loved how her right canine looked like that of a vampire.

I got some toothpaste on my toothbrush and followed her lead. She was blabbing about something, but my mind was far away from what she was jibbering. Hazel halted and I did the same.

"Here we are." She pointed to a black steel door. I gave her a smile of gratitude and stepped into one of the showers.

The bathroom was all white with toilets by the left, housed in brown little doors and showers by the right with carton brown colored doors. There was a large mirror with three sinks at the other side of the bathroom.

I got startled to death when I turned after hanging my towel on a holder to see two set of brown eyes as golden as the sun staring back at me.

"Oh my God!" I held my chest like my heart was going to fall out and that was the only way to keep it from falling. "You scared me."

She apologized. "I just don't want to bath alone today." She added. "When I do that, it feels like someone is constantly watching me and ready to slam my head on the shower to have a taste of my blood." She gulped like she was frightened.

"Uhm-" I hesitated. "It's just your mind playing games with you." She had probably seen too many movies.

She combed her fingers through her black hair and asked if she was making me uncomfortable. I did feel uncomfortable, but I didn't have a problem with a girl seeing me naked. I'd have to get used to it since I would be bathing here everyday. I clarified that it was ok for her to take a shower with me.

"What's that?" She pointed at the round black scar by the right hand side of my waist.

Flash back

I and Debby crept into the house after we returned from baby sitting cousin Lila and James. Twins of my father's sister. The house was too quiet that it scared me. Well, it had always been like this.

Father hated disturbance, hated noise with a lot of passion and you definitely did not want him to yell at you so you have to be as quiet as a mouse all the time.

"Gently." I whispered to Debby, telling her not to make the door sound too loud.

"Hephzibah!" Father called out to me, voice as deep and scary as the dead of the night.

"Yes fathe.," I trembled for I did not know what I had done today.

"Who was that boy? "

"What boy?"

"The one that had his hands all over you. You stood there and flirted. You couldn't tell the devil to get behind you?!" He bellowed.

"Father, his hands were not all over me." I protested and saw Debby creeping out of our well furnished sitting room. I looked around the four, white colored walls and pleaded for dad's sister to just come in and save me.

Mother was still at the church and I was dead meat tonight. I glanced at the round black clock above the curved, flat screened TV on the wall.

Mom was not close to coming back.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and took a step back.

"What did I tell you about boys?"

"You said they are deceivers and only want to get in my pants."

"Oh, so you remember? I'm going to teach you a lesson." He walked towards me and I took few steps back, pleading to my father who didn't listen like his ears had been blocked with two fat cotton wools.

I fell on the glass table and broke it.

Badluck!

My father glared at me because he so much treasured the now broken glass table. He clutched my wrist and threw my bag on the black sofa.

I was pulled into the kitchen. He sat me down on a wooden chair.

"Spare the rod and spoil the child." He muttered. "I will not loose you to the devil Hephzibah."

He took a spoon and placed it on the stove. My heart sank into my stomach and I got really sweaty.

"Please." I begged, crying my eyes out.

Debby stepped into our large yellow kitchen to help me beg our father, but he asked her to go to her room. He threatened to punish her instead so she left.

Traitor.

He placed the spoon in the burning flame. My stomach tied itself into knots and I prayed for the Lord to make me have a black out.

"Pull off your gown."

"Father-"

"Pull off your gown!"

I pulled it off and was standing in my pink bra and black panties. I was too afraid to even get ashamed that I was not fully clothed in front of my dad.

"Next time, when a boy wants to flirt, tell him you have Jesus. When he wants to touch your waist tell him your body is the temple of the Lord." He walked slowly towards me with hard sea blue eyes. I begged him like never before.

Father placed the hot spoon on my waist, earning screams of pain from me. I fell to the ground and nursed the place he placed the spoon on.

"Please, father. I'll never disobey you and talk to boys anymore."

My father gave me deaf ears and came back with the spoon he just heated. He placed it on me again and did this like three times before letting me go.

"Shut your mouth up. Your wailing is earsore."

I covered my mouth with my free palm and cried on the kitchen floor.

"Hello?" Creepy eyes waved her hands in front of me, but I grabbed my towel and ran out of the shower. "My name is Evelyn!" She yelled.

I ran as fast as my weary feet could.

The scar was given to me by my father simply because I let Blake hold my waist. My eyes didn't sight father around so how he saw us was still a mystery to me. I wasn't doing anything serious with him, we were just conversing and he playfully held my waist.

After burning me with a spoon, father embarrassed myself and Blake in front of the whole church. I was embarrassed to stupor when they called us to climb the pulpit and started preaching about lust and fornication. The women looked at me with scornful eyes that were piercing into my soul.

Blake stopped talking to me, he said he had never been so disgraced in his entire life. I tried to make him understand, but he just cut everything off.

Shutting our room door behind me, I placed my back on the wall, on the left hand side of the door with my eyes closed and my hands clutched my towel in front of my chest. My baby blonde hair dripped water down my shoulders.

"Are you ok?" Debby asked with swollen sea blue eyes that looked like she just woke up from sleep.

"I'm fine." I assured her, applying some cream on my body.

"You've not really been the cheerful sister I used to have since we came." She blinked her eyes that looked exactly like dad's.

"I'm still trying to adjust, I hate this place. Someone crept up on me in the bathroom." I agonized, while putting on a black, body hug gown with spaghetti hands.

It was long, down to my ankles–but I could raise it up to my knee and it'd look like it was made that way.

"Aww, I understand how you feel because I hate it here too."

"You seem fine like it was your idea for us to come here."

"Cmon, sis. We just have to adapt to the new changes in our life. We can't keep sulking at the fact that we're here, if not we'll miss out on all the fun about to come our way." She flashed me a tight lipped smile and continued. "In life things don't always go the way we plan. I know very soon you'd adjust and everything and one in this school would love you."

Smiling at her, I put on my Jean jacket to cover the tiny spaghetti hands and shield myself from cold.

"Everyone will notice your beautiful eyes and I bet you're the only one with this kind of blue."

Debby soothed me, making me feel better.

"Stop trying to sound sensible." I teased and watched her blow raspberries before going to the bathroom.