The Hidden Female Alpha

"Ms. Whitestone care to answer the question?" asked the instructor. Shit! I wasn't paying attention, I can't believe I zoned out in class again. I don't even remember the last thing she said. "I'm sorry Ms. Lee, I don't know the answer" I respond. I'm so embarrassed from being called out. Everyone just stares and snickers at me, reminding me I'm the loser with no friends. I don't know where my mind has been these last few days. Am I nervous about turning 18 in 2 days and being kicked out of the foster care system? Probably. I just don't understand why no one ever wanted to adopt me. I mean, I've been in the system forever. I guess I'm just not meant to have a family. Well this is my sob story, I'm Virginia Whitestone and I prefer to be called Ginny. This is my last class of the day then I have to go home to my dreadful foster family. As the bell rings I find myself lingering after school not wanting to go to my temporary home. Those people are just pure evil. I go back home and start prepping for dinner for them and if I'm quiet and finish all my chores tonight I might get to eat some of the leftovers. It's 6 o'clock on the dot, dinner is ready and on the table. Just in time too. Mr. Peters and Mrs. Peters walk right in with their 17 year old daughter Emily. She goes to an expensive private school so thankfully I don't have to see her at school. The Peters family is quite wealthy and they just took me in to have a house slave and I'm not allowed to call them by their first names. As they come sit down for dinner Emily turns to me "you're dismissed" she glares "if we need you we'll ring the bell". Mrs. Peters turns to me when I don't scurry away quick enough and yells "Virginia! Go finish your chores! I expect this house to be spotless by morning". I nod my head and turn to leave as Mr. Peters whispers under his breath "You'll be punished tonight you insolent little brat" just loud enough only I heard it. I know what he means by punishment and I swiftly walk out of the dining room and down to the basement to do laundry. Coincidentally, it also doubles as my bedroom, if you can even call it that. All I have is a small ratty mattress on an old box spring with a pillow and blanket that was going to be thrown out. On the plus side, I do get my own bathroom down here. As I walk over to do the laundry I pause to look at myself in the mirror, I relay to myself everything I see. I'm a little bit taller than the average 17 year old girl at 5'10" with long curly red hair that goes past my waist, and the perfect hourglass shape. Even though I'm super skinny from not eating enough, I can still see that I'm pretty. I step a little closer and see that my hair is dull and my green eyes have lost their shine. I may have lost my will but I still have flawless freckled skin that's pale as the moonlight. I look down and lift my shirt just to see my skin covered in bruises, you can see my ribs I'm so skinny now and the covered parts of my skin aren't so flawless.I quickly turn away not being able to stand the sight of my bruised body any longer. I start on the laundry and finish it up just before 7pm. I head back upstairs to put away everyone's clean laundry before they go to bed. As I'm putting away Emily's clothes I look at her closet full of clothes and I wish I had more clothes but I'm provided with the basic necessities and thats it. I go back downstairs to the main floor, I gather up the dirty dishes and begin cleaning the kitchen before I do the rest of the main floor. I finally finish at midnight and go take a shower before I head to bed. I close my eyes for a minute and pray that I can get out of here. Two days and I'll be free. I can't believe I'll be 18 the day after tomorrow. Well the day after today I guess since it's already past midnight. I feel giddy about my birthday for some reason, I've never been excited about my birthday before considering it's just like any other day for me. Maybe it's because I'm planning to escape this hell on Friday night. Just in time for the weekend. I have to be a slave for these rich snobs for a few more days and I'm free. I roll my eyes and start to fall asleep when I hear the basement door open. Oh no! I thought I'd gotten lucky for once and thought maybe Mr. Peters forgot about his earlier threat. Guess I was wrong. I can smell he's been drinking as he comes closer. I know better than to run now as it just makes it worse so I just try to look like I'm sleeping. Mr. Peters has a bad temper for a man that doesn't say much. He pulls my blanket off me and flops on top of me as he whispers in my ear "I know you're still awake Ginny, I waited up so I could hear when you were going to bed. It's nice to know you showered all your filth off before I came down here." He glares at me when I turn to look at him. Then out of the corner of my eye I see his hand coming towards my face. Slap! "How dare you disobey my daughter when she told you to leave you dumb w***e" he yells in my face. He gets off of me and starts unbuckling his pants. I hate what's about to come next but I know of I fight it'll just be worse. He gets back on top of me and grabs my throat so I can't breathe or scream as he forces my legs apart and shoves his manhood inside me. I wince at the pain of him thrusting hard inside me. I just lay there with tears streaming out of my eyes cursing this man as he r***s me. I can tell he's about to finish when he pulls out and ejaculates on my face. After he gets off me he turns to me and tells me "stand up you filthy w***e". As I start getting up he grabs me by hair and throws me to the ground and begins kicking my abdomen cursing at me and yelling "do you see what you make me do you dumb b***h? Why can't you just obey?". I curl up as small as I can to protect my ribcage. I feel a blow to the back of my head and my vision starts to blur as I blackout.