A New Life: Redemption of souls

Beatrice stormed out of her apartment, her thin pyjamas outfit offering little protection against the chill of the night air. But she didn't care. She was too furious to think about anything except the music that had been blasting through her walls for the past hour.

She marched down the hallway, her bare feet making barely a sound on the carpet. She reached Ethan's door and knocked loudly, her fist pounding against the wood.

Ethan was already in a bad mood. He had been enjoying his music, and the last thing he wanted was some annoying neighbour coming to complain. He growled under his breath as he got up to answer the door.

When he opened it, he was met with a furious expression. Beatrice's eyes were blazing with anger, and her face was set in a determined scowl.

"Turn it down!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the hallway.

Ethan's expression turned angry. "Mind your own business," he snarled, his voice low and menacing.

But Beatrice was not intimidated. She pushed past Ethan and into his apartment, her eyes scanning the room for the source of the music. She spotted the speaker and quickly disconnected it, seizing it in her hands.

Ethan's face turned red with anger. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" he yelled, his voice echoing through the room.

Beatrice turned to face him, a snarky smile spreading across her face. "I'm doing what you should have done an hour ago," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm turning off the music."

Ethan's expression turned furious. "You have no right to come into my apartment and start messing with my stuff," he growled, his voice low and menacing.

Beatrice raised an eyebrow, her expression unimpressed. "I have every right," she said, her voice firm. "I have the right to the quiet enjoyment of my own home. And that's exactly what I'm going to get."

Ethan's face turned red with anger, but Beatrice just smiled sweetly and turned to leave. "Thanks for the music, neighbour," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll make sure to return the favour sometime."

As she walked out of the apartment, Ethan was left standing there, feeling stunned and impressed. No one had ever stood up to him like that before. No one had ever found a way around him like that.

Beatrice woke up feeling tired and exhausted. She stretched her arms and yawned, trying to shake off the fatigue. She couldn't care less about what had happened the day before. She got out of bed and began to get ready for the day.

As she stood in front of the mirror, she started brushing her long, dark hair. Her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her bright brown eyes sparkled in the morning light. Her skin was a smooth, creamy complexion, and her full lips curved into a gentle smile. She was a petite woman, with a slender figure and delicate features. She looked like a porcelain doll, fragile and beautiful.

Beatrice wore a beautiful outfit, a flowing white dress with intricate embroidery and a pair of sandals that complemented her outfit perfectly. She looked stunning, and she knew it.

As she went downstairs, she saw her mom tidying up the living room. Her mom was a traditional woman, who believed that women belonged in the kitchen. She was always ordering Perach, the youngest sister, around, while Tim, the youngest brother, offered to help.

Beatrice's mom looked up and saw her standing there. Her expression turned cold and disapproving. "You're still here," she said, her voice dripping with disdain.

Beatrice felt a pang of hurt, but she tried to ignore it. "Yes, mom," she said, trying to sound cheerful. "I'm still here."

Her mom snorted. "You should be out looking for a new husband, not lounging around here all day."

Beatrice felt a surge of anger, but she tried to keep her cool. "I'm not ready to get married again, mom," she said, trying to sound firm.

Her mom raised an eyebrow. "You're not getting any younger, Beatrice," she said, her voice cold. "You need to find a new husband and start a family."

Beatrice felt a pang of sadness. She knew that her mom would never understand her. She would never understand that Beatrice wanted to be independent, and make her own decisions.

"I'll think about it, mom," Beatrice said, trying to sound placating.

Her mom nodded, but Beatrice could see the disapproval in her eyes. Beatrice knew that she would have to deal with her mom's anger and disapproval for a long time.

As she walked into the kitchen, she saw Perach sitting at the table, looking sulky. Perach was the rebel of the family, always challenging their mom's authority and pushing boundaries. She was a tomboy, who loved playing cricket and getting dirty. But their mom never approved of her behavior, and always tried to mold her into a traditional feminine role.

"Hey, Bea," Perach said, looking up at her sister. "What's up?"

"Not much, Perach," Beatrice replied, smiling. "Just getting some breakfast."

Perach nodded, and went back to eating her cereal. Beatrice poured herself a bowl of oatmeal, and sat down at the table.

As they ate, their mom came into the kitchen, looking frazzled. "Beatrice, I need you to help me with the cleaning," she said, her voice firm.

Beatrice sighed inwardly. She knew that she would have to do what her mom said, or face the consequences.

"Okay, mom," she said, trying to sound cheerful.

Her mom nodded, and went back to tidying up the living room. Beatrice watched her go, feeling a mix of emotions. She loved her mom, but she also felt trapped by her traditional expectations.

As she finished her breakfast, Beatrice got up and started to help her mom with the cleaning. She knew that it was her duty, and she was determined to do it to the best of her ability.

But as she cleaned, she couldn't help but think about her own dreams and aspirations. She wanted to be more than just a traditional housewife. She wanted to be independent, and make her own decisions. She wanted to be happy, and fulfilled.

And as she thought about these things, Beatrice felt a sense of determination rising up inside of her. She was going to make a change, and start living the life she wanted. She was going to be brave, and take risks. And she was going to start, right now.