Save Me

Chapter-1

POV:- Ariel Cleo Hale

Ariel Cleo Hale is my name. I live with my foster parents, who despise my guts, verbally and physically beat me, and my foster brother is the worst; they make me feel useless. I despise my life and I am sick of it.

My body is always aching from the beatings, and I can't handle it any longer, but I don't want to give up hope. Nobody knows what is happening to me, and I lack the bravery to disclose it. I did it once, and the police officer phoned home, and I ended up in the hospital; it was the worst punishment I could have received, and I'm still afraid. Every day, I beg God for someone to come and save me from my miserable life.

brrring my alarm clock rang I saw the time it was around 5:30 am. I went downstairs to prepare breakfast for them so I collected items needed and started cooking the breakfast. after an hour I was done and sir and ma'am (foster dad and foster mom) came for breakfast and I served them and as usual, they did not pay any attention and I was glad, it was better than getting beaten or humiliated. 

after half an hour my foster brother Dave came and he gave me such a disgusted look and I ignored him and served him too and started to clean the house. they do not allow me to study as they think paying for my school is a waste of money but I am glad my prior foster family let me study so I knew the basics. 

sir and ma'am went out to work and my foster brother went out with his buddies so I was alone at home. I did some chores and went to my room which was the basement and took a nap, I forgot to turn on my alarm so when I woke up it was around 9 pm I slept for 8 hours. 

I started panicking as sir and ma'am get home around 9:15 pm and I ran hurriedly to make dinner but as I reached the kitchen area the front door opened and I knew that sir and ma'am has arrived home. I was so frightened as I knew the consequence will be severe. 

"ARIEL" sir shouted. I quickly went to the living room as I heard their voice coming from there when I reached there, ma'am and sir were sitting on the couch. "is the dinner ready" sir asked "sorry sir I was not able to prepare the dinner, give me some time I'll make something quickly sir" I told sir and looked down. sir was looking calm and I was scared because his calmness means that I will be beaten really badly and it's gonna hurt a lot.

"what were you doing that you were not able to cook dinner huh," sir asked coming closer to me when I was about to say something he struck me across my face hard, and then again and again my face was so swelled up and it was hurting really badly. I hope sir would stop but then he kicked me on the stomach and I fell. he pulled me up from the collar of my shirt and choked me " will you forget dinner again you piece of shit?" sir asked "N-n-no s-s-sir," I said he loosened his hand on my neck and told me to go cook dinner. 

I went to the kitchen and started making dinner till the time I was done my foster brother came home "beaten up quite bad I wish I was here to see or maybe contribute a little" he said I just quietly served them all and after they were finished I ate the scrap that was left wich I deserved and went to the basement 'my room' and as I reached my room I passed out on the bed.