The Marked Ones

Bonus Chapter: No Turning Back

Arielle's POV

It took me a while to stop crying, but it didn't take long for me to get angry, as that was my speciality. In fact, I was so angry that I felt like killing somebody. My anger isn't as controlled as it should be but who cares? 

I stomped downstairs and saw that whore making pancakes. "Good morning sweetie" she said, but quickly dropped everything and ran to me when she seen that my face was red. She cupped my face with her hands. "Are you okay? What's the matter?" The bitch tried acting innocent. And I can't stand liars. So guess what I did next.

Slap!

Cynthia's face almost turned as red as mine from that slap. She turned and looked at me, speechless, and grabbed me by my shirt. "How dare you fucking hit me..." I slapped that bitch again. It was time I put her in her place. "Listen to me Cynthia. Really, read my fucking lips. You. Are. A. Maid. All I have to do is fire you and you're out of my life. You we're hired because daddy couldn't take care of us when we were kids but now, I don't need your damn help" Cynthia face burned a bright red as she let go of my shirt. She knows I'm right, so why is she even trying? "Arielle, I cook for you clean for you and this is how you treat me?!" I pushed her to side. "If you're such good at cleaning then clean up your act you dirty whore"

My pent up anger was still locked in, but I calmed myself down for the sake of myself. Last time I got really angry was in the 9th grade when my boyfriend cheated on me for a slut. Eventually I found out and, let's just say neither still haven't left the hospital yet. And that was three years ago.

Im sure I heard Jasmine say something about her being suspicious with Cynthia, like how she knew about the secret lab and we didn't. Truth be told, that was suspicious, but that probably was because she mightve been in his bed when mom wasn't here.

Thinking about it now, mom was never home. She was always on business trips, I don't even know where, and she comes home after a few weeks just to argue with dad. So I guess I can't stick up for mom much. Dad was mostly in our lives as kids. Me and Jasmine used to watch basketball with my dad and he used to play dress up, even though he was a boy. He knew we didn't have a brother so he couldn't play football or teach him how to ride a bike, but I'm assuming we made up for that, 'cause he was my best friend. But I know he thinks about it sometimes, wishing we were boys. I caught mom and dad talking when we were little. Dad said he'd honestly preferred boys. Mom slapped him for being so ignorant, and dad got mad because he said it was the truth. Soon enough I started crying, and I ran into my room and slammed the door. Mom and dad didn't even notice I was there until then. Dad walked upstairs and tried to comfort but I pushed him away. I remember telling him to "go make another baby with mom and hope its a boy since I'm not good enough for you..." My dad picked me up and kissed my forehead. He said he knew he said that but he didn't mean it, and of course as a skeptical five year old, I didn't believe him. And long story short he tried persuading me, begging not to wake Jasmine up and tell her. He tried money, trips to the mall, vacations, everything. But I wouldn't budge except for one thing. That's how I got dad to bring me and Jasmine to Hershey Park the next day. And Jasmine doesn't even know why. In fact I think she still doesn't know...

If I'm gonna do some research on dad, then I'm gonna need Cynthia out of my way. "Cyhtnia!" I snapped. She turned around and look at me with pure hatred. "The uh... Flowers in the garden needs um... Water. Go water the flowers." She got up off her ass out the back door. Its go time.

I walked into dads room. The sheets were thrown on the floor and there's used condom on the bed. That's fucking disgusting. Things are always worse when your parents do it. Like cheating. Or lying. Or twerking (but that's another story).