Life in Hell:

Chapter 3:

A/N: WARNING: possibly triggering topic mentioned in this chapter.

C A D Y

The slam of the door jolted me out from my thoughts.

I looked up, and as usual, Father was standing in the doorway, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. He had his arms crossed, and his foot tapped on the floor.

I quickly stood up from the chair and asked politely "Yes?"

"I need to cool down right now," He started, and my insides turned to ice; I knew exactly what was coming.

He continued "You know what to do."

I nodded, my lashes getting damp from the tears that hadn't fallen.

The first time this had happened, I had been twelve. It was the worst day of my life. I felt so dirty, so used after that. My father has used me like no girl should ever be used. And my whole family knows, yet they don't do anything to stop him.

What am I talking? No one could expect that from them.

I pulled off my purple shrug and threw it on the bed.

***

"And we went to a hotel after that, it was amazing."

Beatrice said dreamily as I refrained from snorting. I sat at the table, being the odd one out as all four of them chattered.

After we had eaten, Beatrice got up with a yawn, being the little brat she is and said "I'm going to bed, Mom, 'Night Dad."

Brian also went up to bed, leaving me, Mother and Father alone in the room.

I got up and started gathering the plates to take them to the sink. As I picked up Mother's, she and Father looked at each other before nodding.

"Cadance," Mother started "go and put the plates in the sink before coming back to the table." I nodded and walked into the kitchen with a frown; what was it that they wanted from me?

I dumped the plates in the sink, eager to know what had made them stop me from washing the dishes.

I quickly went back to the room and sat down on the chair that Mother had gestured towards with a feeling of pure curiosity.

"Cady, we have something important to talk to you about" Father said.

"Go on," I replied.

"We got a proposal for you,"

My eyes widened "from who?"

"The Carters. They say they would absolutely love to have you as a daughter-in-law," Mother said as I registered what they were telling me.

"Wait a minute," I calculated "Who is the one I'm getting married to?"

"Sam Carter, yes."

I felt like bursting out laughing. Me, marry him? Not even when the world ends!

But instead, I stood up, my fist on the table and declared "No."

***

Turns out, saying no was not exactly a wise decision.

"Get up!"

I winced as Mother shouted, rubbing my bruised and bleeding arms.

My eyes were probably bloodshot from crying, and my face was wet with tears.

I obeyed and stood up, my knees shaking the tiniest bit.

"Do you agree?" Mother said roughly, taking a step towards me.

"No," I whispered, earning a harsh slap on my cheek. I bit the tip of my tongue inside my mouth.

"Do you?"

"Mother, I don't want to marry him! You don't understand!" I said in what was barely a whisper. A tear slipped down from my eye, stinging the deep cut on my cheek that had opened when Father had hit me. Talk about salt on wounds.

Father marched towards me and grabbed me by the throat, lifting me off my feet.

I struggled to breath as white spots danced in my vision.

"Do you agree on the marriage?"

"No."

"Do you agree!?" His hands tightened around my neck, threatening to strangle me till I passed out.

"Yes," I finally whispered as another huge tear rolled down.

"WHAT DO YOU AGREE ON!?" He screamed, nearly deafening me.

"I agree on the marriage."

***

I quietly closed the door of my room and pressed my back against it.

I hate my life.

***

S A M

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?"

Mom chuckled as Dad beamed "You're getting married, son! Isn't that fantastic?"

"No," I muttered before saying in a more audible voice "and who exactly is the lucky girl?"

There was a silence before Mom leaned back in her chair with a smug look on her face "Cady."

I nearly impaled myself with my own knife.

"But I didn't even agree on it! How is this possible? You didn't even ask me!" I exclaimed, clutching my hair in a fist.

"Who said you needed to agree? I approved of it, that's all that matters," a girl's voice called from the other room.

"Siri" I called back in a thunderous voice "I. Am. Going. To. Murder. You."

"Pssh, I'd like to see you try, Sammy," She retorted back.

I growled under my breath before mumbling "Spoilt little brat." I could hear her singing the theme song of Thomas the Tank Engine happily. Seriously, she STILL watches it?

Mom piped up "Who said you aren't?"

Hey guys!

I'm sorry for this chapter if I saddened or triggered any of you butterflies.

Funny thing is, I once started singing the theme song of Thomas the Tank Engine while sitting in my Math class. But it was like under my breath, but my teacher heard it anyway. I immediately stopped when she said "Who is this talking?"

I feel awful for doing this to such amazing characters. But that's the beauty of writing, you can torture the characters any way you want.

That's it.

Bye!