"Felix please have mercy on her, she's your daughter" Fiona my stepmother cried out, her knees hitting against the floor hard as I laid on the floor severely wounded, bleeding excessively.
My hands and legs were tied up like some criminal that had been caught, i curled up groaning from the pain.
I didn't need to turn or face her to know how hard she was crying, weeping for my sake.
The house was in a mess with broken shards of glass laying all around, the maids and servants panicking at the door in confusion of what to do, the sound of my stepmother crying, and the angry grunts and groan of the man before her "MY FATHER"
"No daughter of mine with the right senses would ever bring such shame and humiliation upon me" he said, his voice angry, no disappointed and not even a hint of remorse or regret was found within it "This is the height" he said fuming with rage, I bet if this was an animation he would be a kettle on a burner, whistling as steam popped from his head.
Besides today wasn't the first time I was beaten to a pulp, and yet it was still somewhat different and didn't hurt as much, as the matter at hand was about something else.
"First she goes sleeping around and ruins my company reputation. Now she dares show herself before me with nothing but bastards in her belly, refusing to abort" He says, his teeth literally grinding like he was grinding metal with them.
"But still, she's your child" Fiona said, her voice pleading "Beating her this much is merciless Felix!! at this rate you'll kill her"
"A child!!!" he yelled "Tell me Fiona does being my child calls for this stupidity, this shame and humiliation" he asks
Among the mist of all the bickering and wailing I could see my step-sister Flare standing aside behind me, with a grin plastered on her face. But of course, why wouldn't she since she was the mastermind behind everything, but why and how?. I had no proof, no direct evidence and besides no one would listen.
Suddenly she burst into a fake fountain of tears "Father, You need to stop...Sob...Sob... Or else Raziel might... " flare cried, drawing the attention of my Father.
"I'm sorry flare, that you had to witness all of this" he said, his tone soft, calm like water 'At least I have one filial daughter" saying that he looked at me, pure disgust in his eyes
What he said had stung but i had heard it so many times that it was no longer enough to leave me disappointed.
If i was the unfilial daughter in his eyes it was "Good, besides ever since mother died, not once have I ever considered you my father."
"Raziel" fiona called her voice pleading i should be quite
"Silence" he said, his voice as loud as a mic with speakers connected "Watch your tongue"
"so what are we going to do now, what's going to happen to sister Raziel?" she asked with her oh so plastic tears streaming down her face.
he walks towards me, slowly but steady "I'm going to do what I should've a long time ago, I'll give you two options Riel you have a choice, get an abortion or leave this household"
So it had finally come, I've long awaited the day that this will happen. I can now let go of that accursed name Locke.
Ever since the day that Mother was gone, I've had no say, no will, and the place I once belonged had turned to a cave that rears serpents and hide wolves…
At least I had one person by my side until the end. "Thank you step mother" I said calmly like a whisper from the bottom of my heart before raising my head to meet the icy cold glare of my father, one that was ever so loving and kind.
"GO TO HELL" I replied with a mocking scoff at my Father."Very well you have made your choice, you will be gone before midnight, and without so much as treatment either, just take your belongings and leave" my father said, he's cold tone leaving no room for negotiation, NOT LIKE I WAS EXPECTING ANY.
Thirty minutes before midnight I was at the Foregates of the Locke Mansion with my luggage, hearing my name from a distance I turn to see Fiona at the doors of the mansion, tears streaming down her eyes like waterfalls during spring.
I had wished that at least she wouldn't cry but, still, it made me glad that at least at the broken hour of midnight in this cold winter, there was someone who would cry as I left.
It made me glad, sympathetic even towards myself, as I turned to leave..