Burn Those Who Burned Me novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Chapter 1: The Rebirth of Clara Granger.

-Clara’s POV:

I stared at the receptionist with complete confusion. What was I doing back here? My name is Clara Granger; I was a groundbreaking world–renowned bio- chemist creating groundbreaking lifesaving medicines. I was also murdered at the age of 29 at the hands of my husband, father, and stepsister. Right now, however, I was staring in the face of the clerk at Bartrum Private Academy, asking if I would be applying to Lexington’s pre–biochemistry early admission program. Lexington was one of Glendale’s most prominent schools of Pharmacy. It was also the alma mater my parents, Caroline and Jameson Granger went.

My parents got married straight after undergrad. My father wanted to be married before they entered pharmacy school together. Everyone always talked about the storybook romance my parents had.

“Your father loved your mother so much! It’s rare you seen that type of love.”

It is what I would hear all the time from people who thought they knew them. But the truth was, my father was a notorious cheater who often mentally, verbally, and emotionally abused my mother. Jealous of her genius, my dad couldn’t handle constantly living in the shadow of the great Caroline Rouleau. They weren’t aware of all the anguish she’d suffered at the hands of my father up until the day she died in a violent car crash.

I was thirteen when my mother died. The day after, my father brought home his mistress Anna and their lovechild Sophie. With no regard for my feelings, my father expected my to be okay with this new arrangement.

“This is your sister Sophie. I expect you to treat her and your new mother with respect.”

He’d barked his orders without even an ounce of remorse. In the beginning my stepmother and sister played the dutiful mother and sister. Pretending to be considerate and caring forcing my guard down before their true intentions began to show. It started one evening when I came home from school. On my way to my room, I noticed Sophie wearing a white–gold necklace with a pink heart. It belonged to my mother; it was the color of our birthstone as we shared the same month. Angry, I walked straight up to Sophie and demanded she give it back.

“Where did you get that! Have you been in my room?”

Sophie looked at me with half innocent eyes. Tears began to form as she shook nervously.

“Oh, my gosh Clara! I’m so sorry! I went into your room looking for you and I noticed it on your vanity. I thought being your sister, you wouldn’t mind if I wore it.”

I tried my best to conceal my anger, after all, I never explained to her what that necklace meant to me. Holding back my frustration, I calmed my voice.

“It’s fine Sophie. Just please take it off, it was the last thing I brought my mother before she died. It holds sentimental value.”

As soon as I reached my hand out to take the necklace, Sophie fell backwards onto the floor hurting her leg.

THUMP!

Sophie let out a loud yelp causing our parents to run over. Suddenly, she grabbed my leg and began begging for my forgiveness.

“Please Clara! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to touch your necklace! It won’t happen again!”

Loud sobs followed as she continued to beg for my forgiveness. In state a shock, all I could do is stare at her. Suddenly, her mother came falling to the floor.

“Clara! I know you don’t want us here. I would never try and replace your mother but please, don’t take your hatred out our daughter! We’ll leave if it means you’ll be happy!”

Confused by her words, I began to protest. I hadn’t even touched Sophie, let alone told them to leave.