she was angelic

**   Episode-64 she was angelic** **   Celeste’s POV:**              I sat on the floor as cried, “I am not her… I am Celeste…..”  I covered my face with my hand as I cried in my own misery… do I have to really live as her.. someone I am not… I am Celeste Millar.. it is horrible when you lose your own identity… and I am witnessing this… I feel helpless ….  That happened to my life   I felt him hugging be from behind,  he whispered, “you look beautiful.. dear… my Isabella…” My cries are the only thing which can be heard…he turned me to him, and I face him with tears. he wiped my tears and said, “come on get up… there is still thing to do…”  he kissed me lightly and then walked to the closet…  I should run, since he is not  looking at me.. I tried to get up when he said, “Try to run Celeste… then I will break your legs..” I stood there without words….. I saw him going throw the closet.. he called my real name that means he is angry… I shouldn’t dare.. and how long will I walk with a injured leg..    He came up with a dress and said, “wear it…” I looked at him in confusion.. he said again, “wear  it… from today itself.. you will be everything my Isabella was….” My hands were trembling but I took the dress and my eyes searched for the bathroom.. he pointed at the door and I walked in as my leg hurts.. I closed the door and in instant I slide down it…  I cried…  I looked at the dress in my hand and I remember he will get angry if I make him  wait.. I don’t want to anger him..   I got up and undressed myself… my eyes landed on my reflection in the mirror… this hair, my hairs… I look like her… this is not me… I wiped my tears and dressed myself… I took a deep breath before walking out of the room…  this dress is a beautiful body fit dress, it’s filled with crystals…  as I walked out I saw Prince Ernest was sitting by the bed with his cigar, I got scared when he pulls the cigar out.. he saw me and then put the cigar in the ash tray…       He covered the distance between us and pulled me to the center of the room, he didn’t care about my injured leg…  he said, “you are beautiful… really.. as you use to be..” he is not talking about me.. I know.. I am a substitute…       He walked to the wall, he pulled the curtain away from the wall, I see a huge picture.. my inner voice whispered, “Isabella..” it’s her… she was beautiful.. he gave me her hair, and now the same dress which she was wearing in the picture… I look exactly like her…        He said as he walked back to me, “I know she was angelic… but she died wrongly, she waited when her body was rotting…. She waited to be found…” I feel bad for her as he said this.. I really do… no matter what I go through.. but what happened to her has no excuses… there is no excuses for what dad did…  I whispered, “I am sorry..” he nodded but he is angry and there are tears in his blue eyes.. he just said, “you should be..” he lifted me suddenly and I was scared, he threw me on the bed, I saw him removing his shirt.. my eyes went and I got shocked to the core with fear…     He immediately attacked my lips, he was kissing my lips harshly… he was holding my face in his hands, I was trying to get free.. I was hitting him constantly with my hands.. but he is not stopping.. he slapped me, and I cried out, it really hurts.. he said as he breathe out, “you should know to behave..”  he inserted his hand in the dress and tore it out.. I screamed and covered my body with my hands…    He grabbed my face and kissed me again, this time he is biting my lips and tough.. I was crying… I was still trying to fight back, he moved to my neck and I cried out, “si-sir.. please.. don’t…”  I felt his hand on my cheek as he was still kissing my neck and then ear, he whispered, “call me Ernest…” I was crying…     I cried, “don’t do this.. I don’t want it…”  his hand slide to my neck as he kissed on my ear, he pressed my neck with his muscular hand and said, “call my name…”