De Pro-Techie
Well-rounded Techie
Her Destined Alpha Novel Synopsis
SIX YEARS AGO…
DELSANRA
“Don’t just stand there, you stupid little bitch!”
A sharp slap snapped my face to the left as my stepmother Elinai looked at me with resentment in her eyes, wiping her hand on her dress as if she had just touched something filthy.
“Sorry.” I replied quietly, it was the norm for me. I dropped to my knees and picked up the cloth that I had been wiping the floor with.
“Don’t speak back! You filth!” She sounded disgusted, kicking me sharply in the ribs before she walked away.
I clenched my teeth, biting back the hiss of pain, gingerly touching my ribs with my free hand. It still hurt from the last beating at the hands of my stepbrother, Dawson.
Just do your chores, stay out of sight, and it will be ok.
It was all that kept me going. My hands were purple from the cold, they felt itchy and raw thanks to the detergent in the washing water; I wasn’t allowed gloves after all.
I looked at the dark grey floors as I continued scrubbing. What did I do to deserve this? I had never been a rowdy child, I’ve done nothing to cause trouble, but did anyone need a reason to hurt me? No, they didn’t.
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SIX YEARS AGO…
DELSANRA
“Don’t just stand there, you stupid little bitch!”
A sharp slap snapped my face to the left as my stepmother Elinai looked at me with resentment in her eyes, wiping her hand on her dress as if she had just touched something filthy.
“Sorry.” I replied quietly, it was the norm for me. I dropped to my knees and picked up the cloth that I had been wiping the floor with.
“Don’t speak back! You filth!” She sounded disgusted, kicking me sharply in the ribs before she walked away.
I clenched my teeth, biting back the hiss of pain, gingerly touching my ribs with my free hand. It still hurt from the last beating at the hands of my stepbrother, Dawson.
Just do your chores, stay out of sight, and it will be ok.
It was all that kept me going. My hands were purple from the cold, they felt itchy and raw thanks to the detergent in the washing water; I wasn’t allowed gloves after all.
I looked at the dark grey floors as I continued scrubbing. What did I do to deserve this? I had never been a rowdy child, I’ve done nothing to cause trouble, but did anyone need a reason to hurt me? No, they didn’t.
Read the complete story to find out more.....
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