Saving His Mate

Arielle pov "Arielllllllllleeeee", my step mother yelled. It was only 7pm and I was sitting in my room counting down the minutes till midnight when I'll finally be 18 and can finally leave this hell hole. I should have known better than to think they'd give me a break, infact, with them knowing I'm leaving tomorrow they'd obviously make sure I sweat these last few hours. It's their way of getting revenge for me not listening and falling into their trap when they asked me to stay. As if I would willingly spend another minute here. I know they just don't want to lose their slave. They probably realised they won't be able to afford a house keeper. Top that off with not having someone to serve them hand to foot every single day and you've got one pretty pissed off family. "Yess Kristine?", I replied, coming down the stairs. "I'd hate to interrupt your relaxation time, but you have work to do, there's so much going on Arielle, you know your dad is sick and your sisters and brother are so busy with school work and there extra classes, I have to do all the work myself, the least you could do is help out around here!", my step mother spat. As if I weren't up from 5am cooking and cleaning and only spent a whole 13 minutes in my room "Relaxing" as she so sweetly put it and regarding my so called dad, the only sick he is, is sick in the head and don't even get me started on those triplet brats, Karmin, Kaylee and Kyle. I've always wanted siblings but my mum passed when I was very young and shortly after my dad remarried, and when I say shortly I mean 3 months after, as if my step monster, I mean mother was actually there all along. I wasn't that surprised that he moved on, I would be lying if I said we had a good relationship even before my step mother and siblings came along or even before my mum had passed but he seemed to dislike me for as long as I could remember, we were never close like a normal father and daughter. Hence when my step family came into the picture and their mistreatment towards me started, it never brothered him, it seemed like he could care less if they beat me to a pulp or even killed me. It was only till I turned 16 did I realise that something was really off. It was the night of my birthday and I was in the kitchen washing the dishes after dinner, which I had to obviously prepare myself even on my own birthday. I had stupidly gotten all dressed up because, well, it was my birthday and it used to bring up happy memories with mum, now all it brings up is the memory of my dad coming into the kitchen in a drunken state trying to rub up against me from behind. "You look sexy in that little outfit of yours", he said. His sudden action making me even more sick than his alcohol breath. I froze. "You're such a little tease", he breathed, "Just like her", he finished, referring to my mother while he tried to put his hand up my skirt. I was Petrified. My Own Father!?!?! it didn't make any sense. I was to stunned and scared to move, thankfully one of my step sisters came in bringing me back to reality and he pulled away giving me a once over, I just knew that wasn't going to be the last time. Kaylee, however seemed like she was unconscious to the whole situation and just walked over to the cupboard to take out a glass. "Kaylee waylee, what are you doing in here hunny? you know if you need anything you can just ask this good for nothing", he says with such sweetness, a tone he never directed towards me. "I know dad, but I don't need anything right now," she says, eyeing us back and forth suspiciously, "I just came because mum asked me to call this piece of trash to clean up the rest of the dining area," she says in an annoyed tone while glaring at me. Dad soon leaves the kitchen leaving me alone with the youngest demon. "Don't think that just because its your birthday we're going to treat you like a queen around here, so you better have everything cleaned before you go to bed", she finished before smashing the glass she held onto the floor just to add to list of cleaning I need to do then turning on her heels and scurring out of the kitchen. Naturally she went straight to my step mother and told her what had happened, well her version of what happened anyway, after she pretended like she saw nothing when I needed help. By midnight, just when I managed to get all my work done for the day. My step mother called me to the living room where she and her 3 children were waiting for me, ofcourse no matter how upset she was she had to make sure I got her work done then I got punishment. Just as I stepped into the room she slapped me right across my face and accused me of the most obsurd thing I've ever heard, trying to seduce my own father! I was being called horrible names such as a wh**e trash, sl*t .They continued to belittle me as if it was my fault after they had their fun mocking me they let me go to my room while my sisters laughed at my expense. My step brother whom I thought had atleast some decency to not blame me turned out to be the worse one when he showed up to my room later that night just after I got out the shower. "What the f*** , you scared me, what are you doing in my room at this time anyway?", I asked him. He was laying on my bed like he owned it with his hands behind his head. He smirked whilst looking me up and down and licking his lips, the sick feeling returning to my stomach. "Well I just trying to get some of what you're giving these days", he replied all smug. "What the f*** are you taking about?, have you lost your mind?" I asked but the only response I received was his cold laugh. "Get the hell out of my room right now", I demanded. The laughing stopped instantly and his dangerous gaze fell on me. suddenly I felt cold and not as confident as I was before. "Funny, if you can be you're own father's wh**e, why can't you be mine too???", he sneered. I was fuming at that statement, I walked across the room to him while he stood up expecting me to accept his disgusting request, but once I was close enough I slapped him hard across his face. He looked beyond pissed and ready to lunge at me but just as he was about to reach for me I kneed him in his precious jewels. He fell to the ground moaning in pain. Soon the whole family came rushing into my room to see what the commotion was just when I thought it couldn't get worse. First my step mother followed by thing 1 and thing 2, then my father, they all stood wide eyed taking in the scene. No one bothered to to ask what happened or who was really at fault because obviously, none of that mattered because to them, I was always the only one at fault. "You f****** b****, how dare you lay you filthy hands on my baby, have you no shame?, first you try to seduced you're own father you sick brat, now my poor son!" she rants and raves and it's only then that I remember I'm only in my towel. Before I can even open my mouth to atleast try and defend myself she slaps me across the face, no doubt leaving a matching print on the other side. She then dragged me by my hair downstairs to the basement level and proceed to beat me until she was satisfied. Everything went black after a while so I don't remember it all. I woke up in the basement around noon the next day with busted lips, black eye and unbearable pain in my ribs from where she continously kicked me. As painful as it was, it still wasn't my first nor my last beating at the hands of that heartless women. The only good news is that it was just from my step mother and not my father this time, he's much worse, his beatings are like hes attacking an enemy and he lashes out with all this rage a fury. I've always wondered what I could of possible done to make him hate me so much. Does he blame me for my mothers death? but even still it never made sense. I went straight to my room after that and into the shower to get cleaned up, once I was done I took out my first aid kit which is something i made sure to keep and restock with what little money I had since i was 13, I tended to my wounds before getting ready and heading downstairs to get to work knowing full well I'm in for more punishment for getting up late and got to work. Ever since that day I made it my mission to leave this house as soon as I turn 18 and they aren't my legal guardians anymore. I spent the last two years studying hard and working part time so I can save enough money to leave. I also got a business scholarship at my dream University and I can't wait to start next year, but for now I'm going to be moving into an apartment with my bestfriend from high-school. Layla and I were both outcasts throughout high-school with my sisters being the cliché popular girls that all the other girls want to be and all the guys want to hook up with, not like it's that hard to do. We never let them bother us though, no matter how much they made fun of us. we were content with just having each other and we'll be the same in collage even with my sisters and brother attending there as well. I just finished washing up after we've all had our dinner and now I'm waiting for Layla to pick me up. I've had my stuff packed since this morning because I just couldn't wait to leave this place, Layla and I decided to do something total unlike us and go to the club to celebrate my birthday so we decided to take out stuff to our apartment now and get ready there then go to the club, that way after the club we could just go straight back to our apartment the next day instead of having to go back home to get my stuff and risk a lecture from my step mother and cringe looks from my father. Layla got here just after 9 and we carried my stuff downstairs, I went over to the lounge to say my final goodbyes which were returned with some head nods from my father and brother whose eyes where still glued to the TV and some eye rolls and "well get out already" from my step sisters, who were lowkey smirking like they knew something I didn't, while my step mother didn't even look my way. I figured this goodbye is as good as it gets and with that we were out the door and on our way to our new lives, just what I had waited years for. A brand new start to a better and happier life.