Chapter 26

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Isabella's POV:

Trigger warning!! Abuse ahead. If you want you can skip it. I will mark the end.

As Alex's car drove off I started to dread each step I took towards my house. I don't know what's going to happen. I can feel that this is going to be the last day of my life. I reached towards the door and quietly opened it hoping no one would notice. But I was so wrong.

I felt my going to the side followed by a sting. I realized I was slapped. I didn't get time to recover as a punch came on my face. My uncle held me in a chokehold. "Where the fuck have you been whoring around?" he roared. "I –I" I couldn't answer because of the hold. He let go of my neck and I fell down to the ground. I gasp and try to fill my lungs as much as I can with air. "Answer me you whore. Where the fuck have you been?" "I- I was at Kni-Knights," I answered. "What the hell were you doing at Knights? Oh don't answer. I know you must be whoring around with Alexander Knight." He grabbed my hair and banged my head into the wall. I groan because of the impact. "We leave you alone for two days and you start whoring around? You slut! You know your sister loves him still you went with him. You are just like your whore of a mother."

"I heard my boo's name." Here comes Vanessa. "Oh my God. This is one of the rarest dresses from the Emporium collection of Knight fashion. How did you get it? Did you open your legs to get this dress or you stole it from someone?" She asked me. "Mrs. Kni-Knight g-gave-it to m-me," I said quietly. My head was still throbbing. As I said that she stalked towards me, "Why did she give it to you?" Vanessa was seething right now. "I-I was in-invited to a-a di-dinner a-at he-her ho-house and s-she gi-gifted m-me." By the end of my explanation she was fuming with anger. "You went to my boo's house and his mother gifted you this dress?" she asked rhetorically.

She slapped me and punched me so hard that my nose started to bleed. She went and came back with a belt in her hands. My eyes widened at what she was going to do. I tried to crawl back but my uncle grabbed my arm making me stand and dragged me into the dungeon. "Baby girl, why don't you call your mom also? I'm sure she wouldn't want to miss this fun," my uncle smirked and my eyes widened. If my uncle is a psychopath, then Veronica is another level.

"N-no pl-please," I begged. But all the begging went into vain. After a few minutes Veronica came in with a whip in her hand and belt in Vanessa's hand. Veronica came near me and grabbed my chin making me look at her face, "Now tell me what we should use first. Belt or whip?" I just shook my face. Tears were flowing uncontrollably from my eyes. "Wrong answer bitch." She hit the whip on my hand with so much force that I couldn't help but scream.

This lasted for more than two hours. Three of them took turns with a belt and whip. After they felt enough they left me in the puddle of my own blood and went wherever they went.

Done. You can continue reading.

I was barely conscious enough to lift myself. After a struggle of what felt like an eternity I limped towards my room. I removed the dress from me carefully, not touching any bruise. The dress was torn from various places and drenched in my blood. The dress was really good, but what a shame it can't be worn again. I visibly cringed as I saw my reflection in the mirror. Dry blood was smeared all over my face. A bruise was forming on my cheek and jaw.

The bruises from whips and belts were littered all over my arms, legs, thighs and back. I took a shower without irritating the bruises much, applied the ointment so that they don't catch any infections and changed into the comfiest pajamas I had. I gently lay down on my bed as I thought how everything changed in my life since my parents died.

I couldn't control my tears anymore as I blamed everyone for what they did to me. I blame my mom and dad for leaving me with these people. I blame my uncle who was supposed to care for me after my parents died but instead he became the monster and my worst nightmare. I blame my aunt who was supposed to spoil me with gifts but she spoiled me with bruises and scars. I blame my cousin sister who was supposed to play with dolls with me but she hates me for God knows what. And lastly I blame myself for being so weak, not able to stand up for myself. I cried myself to sleep not able to bear physical and emotional pain.

Hola people! So here's the next chapter as promised.

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