I'm His

Chapter 1

I glared at my stepmother across the table. Ironically the word evil comes to mind. She noticed me looking. "What the fuck are you looking at?" I quickly looked away and shrugged. "No wonder you don't have any friends staring is creepy! Didn't your mother ever teach you that Adele?" I stiffened at the mention of my mother. I wanted to lash out, shout at her, warn her to never let the memory of my dead mother be tainted by her twisted tongue. But as always I said nothing, instead I smiled up at her sweetly. "Thank you for telling me, now if you don't mind I have some homework I should be getting on with." Not waiting for a reply I walked out of the room and into the lounge.

There I was greeted with the sight of my father sprawled across the sofa, empty beer bottles everywhere to be seen and the TV blasting out sports news. I sighed at the far to common sight and got to cleaning. I picked up all the empty bottles and put them in the glass box, I swept up all the food remnants on the floor and went to move the beer bottle from my dad's hand which looked as if it was about to fall. As soon as I had touched the bottle my dad moved from his statue like state and gripped my wrist in an bone-cracking hold. "What the hell do you think your doing." I tried to pull away but it was no use. "Dad I was just... Just trying to help. Stop it from falling, that's all honest." He didn't seem to believe me. "You were trying to steal my beer weren't you. You thieving waste of space. A man has a right to his beer can't you see and you were trying to take it off me weren't you." He shouted in my face. His breath smelt strongly of beer and it made me cringe away from him. All the while his grip on my wrist had got tighter and tighter making me whimper.

"Daddy please stop you hurting me, please!" No matter how much I begged him he didn't let go. Just as I thought my arm was about to snap I tried pulling out of his grip one last time and succeeded. As I pulled my arm away the bottle slipped from his hand letting the alcohol spill all over the floor. He looked down in horror at his precious addiction being soaked into the carpet and then back at me with pure rage plastered over his face. "You stupid bitch now look what you've done!" He raise his hand and slapped me so hard that I stumbled serval feet back before falling to the ground . The sound reverberated round my head as a lay there in shock. No matter what my dad's faults were he had never ever raised a hand to me before but as I looked up into his unremorseful face I become aware of something. My dad never did and never will hit me because the man who stood in front of me was not my father, not really. My real father had died with my mother all those years ago and had been replaced with an alcohol driven, sore excuse for a man. That's when I realised that I had been living with two complete strangers and I had had enough of it. I scrambled up from the floor, grabbed my bag and ran out of the house.

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I didn't know where I was running to but I managed to find my self in front of my big sister's, Harriet Beckett's flat. I pressed the button next to number 43 and heard it buzzing. After waiting a for a while a crackly voice said, "Hello who is it?" In the background I could hear my niece Rebecca shout "Mummy can we bake cakes?" I smiled at her cuteness and said "Hiya Harrie, it's me. You can tell Becca that Aunty Adele will bake cakes with her if you like." I heard Harrie sigh in relief. "Thanks sis your a life saver. Come on up".

The door clicked open, I walked in and called for the elevator. As the adrenalin left my body, my head started throbbing and I felt a sharp pain on the left side of my face. I still couldn't believe what he had done. The ding of the lift doors opening snapped me out of my thoughts. I climbed in and hit the button that said number 4. As I did I caught a glimpse of myself in the wall mirror. My lip was split and slightly swollen and my red cheek stood out from my fair skin. One solitary tear fell out of my blue eyes. I brushed it away, there was no time to be upset right now. As excuses for my injuries rushed through my head the doors opened revealing the freshly painted walls of the 4th floor. I stepped out of the lift and gingerly knocked on the dark wooden door with number 43 printed in bold white letters.

I heard little feet rushing down the hall and the door was flung open. Before I could blink my beautiful little niece Rebecca launched herself into my arms. "Aunty Addy, Aunty Addy thank goodness you came! I need you to bake cakes with me please!" I kissed her forehead "Anything for you munchkin" I heard Harrie's voice come from further in the flat "Becca, let Aunty Adele get through the door first." I chuckled and walked further into the flat with Rebecca in my arms. "I'm glad you came round actually Adele I've been meaning to talk to you about something for a while now it's just..." Harrie looked up from her work at the dining table and stared at my face her jaw rocketing to the floor. I let Becca out of my arms and tried to smile but quickly stopped as it was hurting my lip. "Becca go and wash your hands and put on an apron for me love."

"What in gods name did you do to your lip!" Harrie stood up and rushed towards me. "And your face! It looks like you've been slapped into next week! Who did this?" My brain was going 20 to the dozen trying to think of something to say. I closed my eyes hoping she would go away. I opened one eye and sure enough she was still standing there giving me a look that said I'm not going away until you tell me. "Truthfully the cause of my injuries was... A door" Harrie looked at me in disbelief. "A door?" She said questioningly. "Yes! You see I was out shopping and as I was going out of the shop the wind blew the door shut right in my face. It's okay though the shop owner gave me... Free chocolate, yep that's it. They felt bad because it was their door."

I held my breath and waited to see if she believed me. I always was a rubbish liar so I didn't have much hope. Harrie rolled her eyes. "You silly girl, you'll knock all your brain cells out one day if your not careful." I let out a sigh of both relief and disbelief. She had actually believed my lie! Harrie placed a bag of ice in my hand before sitting back at the table. I quickly changed the subject. "Anyway what were you going to tell me." Harries whole face lit up. "Oh Adele the most wonderful thing has happened! My boss thinks that it's worth expanding the business onto the American front and guess what! He wants me to run it!" She was practically bouncing on on the black leather chair in excitement. "That's great Harrie. We've got to celebrate! Oh I'm so proud of you." I went over and gave her a hug.

Life hadn't been easy for her. I was nine when our mum died and couldn't remember much but Harrie was about to turn 18, her and dad used to argue all the time. One day it got to much for her and she walked out. Although she struggled at first she seemed to have landed on her feet. She was living with friends, keeping up with her education and was desperately in love. Her boyfriend Mike was on the way to buy her an engagement ring when he was hit by a lorry. On the same day of his funeral she found out she was pregnant with Becca. This is why my big sister was my hero, because she just soldiered through it.

"This is so exciting!" I told her. She grinned at me. "I know. As soon as he offered it to me I said yes, it just felt right." My smile slipped for a moment. "What are you going to do with Becca?" I looked at the little angel trying to tie her apron. Absentmindedly Harrie went over to Becca and tied the apron strings in a bow. "What do you mean? I would take her with me." I gave her a questioning look. "You would take her on business trips to America and take her into business meeting's. Very professional." She looked at me as if I was mad. "Adele we would be moving to America. Permanently."

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A/n
☺️ thank you lovely people for taking the time to read this. Becca to the side. Such a cutie. Any ideas for who could play Harriet??
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