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*This is pure fiction!! I created this entire story myself and it may be a bit of violence and/or gore so please excuse me if i upset anyone :)
**This story takes place in medieval times in case you were wondering
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I watched in the shadows as my father readied his whip to hit one of our servants. What did she do this time?
"Stop, please..." Clary, the servant begged.
My father, the Duke of Kingsbridge stared, the whip held high. After a couple of seconds of silence, he slashed her one more time and left the room. I winced as the whip hit its mark, slipping deeper into the shadows as my father walked past me out of the room.
Clary gasped, clenching her jaw so she wouldnt scream and alert the others. After a couple of agonizing seconds, she slowly started to sob, clutching her face where father struck her, the long red gashes protruding from her small heart-like face.
I slowly walked across the slippery cellar floor, picking up my long Victorian dress so i wouldnt slip and fall. I knelt down and took out a wet rag and started to slowly dab at Clary's face.
"I am so sorry," I whispered, trying to hold back tears. I always hated it when father struck any of our servants with his whip; why couldnt he think of some other way to punish them instead of torturing them. Just looking at Clary now broke my heart. Clary was the youngest of father's servants and especially loved to pick on and torture her the most. He would criticize and slap her if she did anything wrong.
Clary looked at me with desperation. "Please miss, please do something. I can't take this any longer. You are already an adult, can't you do anything?"
"I am sorry Clary, you know i want to but he is my father. He would do horrible things to me if he if i did and to you and everybody else here, do you want that? I shall talk to him but do not expect anything to happen and please, just call me Arabella."
Clary just nodded, tears pouring down her face like a small waterfall.
"Come, let's get you washed up and back to your quarters. Everyone is most likely worried by now." I helped the young girl up and led her down the stairs to the servants living quarters. Clyde, Clary's younger brother saw us and took his younger sister into his arms. Immediately i envied Clary, she has such an amazing brother. He was protective and he cared for her, unlike my own who took off when he turned 18, causing my mother to go into a deep depression. I was only 15 at the time but I did everything i could to get her back but she was gone. Pierce was her entire world and when he left most of her went with him. My father could not take it any longer, a few weeks after Pierce left he brought my mother to her garden that she grew by herself and killed her, making me watch. I screamed when mother's head exploded from the impact of the bullet, her brain and skin flying everywhere, mostly on me. I could'nt take it anymore, i gagged and retched, not being able to get rid of the horrid scene that just happened. Before mother's death i thought that father truly and dearly loved her but after, i knew that my father was an animal. He didnt deserve to walk on this Earth and i especially didnt deserve to have him as a father. Maybe that was why Pierce left, maybe he knew all along that father was like this.
"Arabella?" I started, Clyde's voice brought me back to the present.
Clyde must have already told Clary to go clean up and go to bed because we were alone in their little living room. I tried to make sure that all the servants were made comfortable in their 'home'.
"Bell's? What happened up there?" Clyde asked, his voice shaking. 'What did master do to her this time?"
"He used a whip," I said, "He slashed her at least 5 times, possibly more."
He swallowed, nodding, "Alright then, thank you Arabella for taking care of her. You have no idea how much it means to me."
I nodded smiling, remembering the time when Clyde himself helped me from my own father. I was 16 which was 2 years ago and father was yelling at me for dropping a vase onto the floor, causing it to break in a million pieces. He immediately started slapping me and kicking my stomach, causing me to fall to the floor, sobbing in agony. Thankfully Clyde was in the room, he immediately ran up and pulled father back. At 17 he was already stronger than my father, which was very surprising. Father ended up hitting him with the whip a dozen times and not giving him food for a few days. When i sneaked food to him at night I asked him why. Why did he do what he did if he knew the consequences? He just replied that i was worth it and winked, causing me to blush a deep red. I always quickly left after that.
"Go take care of your sister and tell everyone to get a good nights sleep alright?"
Clyde nodded, looking into my aqua eyes as if he knew i held a secret, and we parted ways.
"Good night Clyde."
Good night Arabella, sleep tight."
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Next update: To be honest im not sure, hopefully within a week to 2 weeks :)
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