Control

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tw// physical abuse and domestic violence

As a girl, I fell into the world of wizards fairies magic, and fantasy.

I went to Hogwarts and walked through the wardrobe to Narnia to meet the Great Lion and fight the war. I rode unicorns danced with fairies simply to escape my harsh reality

I was pretty bright and often told I was gifted. My father on the other hand hated it in his eyes I was useless.

He's an extremely rich man and loves his lavish lifestyle more than anything. He often rambled on about how I should be grateful I was born into a life of wealth and money.

He was born rich my grandfather was an extremely wealthy businessman worth billions leaving his wealth to his son, my father after he passed. His only request was for my father to marry and give him a grandson and so he did.

Not a month after my grandfather passed, my father married the beautiful and kind Gabrielle Monet in a secretly arranged marriage to save face.

9 months later he received his inheritance and a healthy newborn son.

Matteo Oliver Rutherfurd.

The perfect son and the perfect brother.

Good grades. Gorgeous smile. Sporty and an amazing brother.

Life was as good as it could get for him.

2 years along the line my father's business had grown madly and he was making twice the amount grandpa had. His wife was pregnant again this time a baby girl as they discovered.

Me.

Noelle Eléa Rutherfurd.

That's when everything went downhill.

I was three weeks early and extremely small and delicate. My early departure from my dear mother's stomach almost killed her. 

She developed eclampsia causing her to go into a coma after birth for 3 months.

After this, her health went downhill from there and she later died when I was just 7 months old.

Instead of mourning my mother's upsetting loss my father used it as a chance to boost his business with interviews and social media.

I was quite a sick child, not seriously sick just fevers and other stuff but this still gave my father an excuse to shut me away from the world, hide me as if he was ashamed.

I grew up homeschooled by my au pair Miss Barlowe who was my mother's old nanny from when she was younger who told me amazing stories of the woman my mother was it only made me dream of what life would've been like with a mother.

My brother on the other hand was sent to some elite private school.

As I mentioned before I read a lot. It's like a blanket of words to protect me.

Growing up so alone I sought comfort in fictional characters. I was dreaming of falling in love. White weddings. Kissing in the rain. Long walks on the beach and picnics. Mini versions of ourselves running around the house.

Something I could never have.

Not in this life at least.

My life was practically over and it had barely begun.

My brother has refused to take over my father's business. I had always known what plan B was if my brother was to ever pass or do something like this.

I would be married away to a rich family with a son to be the head of my father's company.

Never in a million years did I think Matteo would do this to me. But everyone has their reasons I guess and I refuse to judge one of the only people who has consistently been good to me.

Currently, I'm outside my father's study waiting to be called in, waiting for him to give me my life sentence and send me off to live in some large empty house that will never quite feel like a home with a man who I will most likely never see more than once a month.

"Send her in," he says to his unlucky assistant sending her away from us. 

I wish could stay I don't think I'll ever be ready for this my whole life is as. Father wasn't too fond of me. I don't quite know why but I just seem to get on his nerves constantly maybe because his last resort was such a failure.

He stands up walking to the front of his large oak desk. Shivers ran down my spine.

"What the fuck did you do" he spoke not yelling but it was still intimidating enough to make me shake

"I-" I stuttered. He hates it when I stutter. Tapping my fingers consistently on my thigh to help calm me I spoke again making sure I didn't stutter "I'm sorry Father I really am. If I knew I would have-"

"Wouldv'e what?" He stared at me knowing I wouldn't respond "Fucking moron" he curses under his breath. "This is your fault your useless"

"Yes, Father" I looked down at my feet and back up at him not daring to look at his eyes.

He gestured for me to turn around as he pulled off his belt taking it in his hand he snapped it making me flinch.

3 blows in the center of my back. They stung each one felt worse than the last

"Leave, I'll inform the maids no one is to talk to you," he says slumping into his chair and pouring a rather big glass of straight bourbon.

I leave and pass by his assistant the poor girl wasn't even born into this lifestyle yet she is forced to receive the same treatment as me, Father treats her more like a prostitute than a assistant. She offers me a sweet smile and I attempt to return it with the tears dripping down my cheeks

I walk out letting the tears fall from my eyes and practically run back through the house the curtains were all draped over the windows so no light could be let in it was dark but no one was around Matteo had left me all alone just like Adeline and my mother before her no one ever stayed for me, so here I was alone again.

I opened the door to my room it was small with a king-sized bed that ate up the majority of my room drawers and a cupboard with a door that led to my bathroom. The point of it was I should be able to survive here without leaving as long as people came and dropped me meals. 

I stared at myself in the mirror my back was a red mess I couldn't tell where he had hit but I didn't care to know. I cringed as my hair brushed against it. How could anyone get so used to inflicting such pure agony on their own flesh and blood, it baffled me only a monster could do something like this and my father was most definitely a monster.

I crawled into my bed and wrapped the duvet around me not even bothering to change out of my clothes I had no energy left I just wanted to sleep.

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a/n hope you like it the first few parts are all quite traumatic and violent very sorry