Mom got me out of there immediatly when my reputation was known.
Why?
Because of who followed us.
Father grabbed her by the arm and pushed her to the side, she hit a wall. Then he grabbed me and pulled me closer, griping my arm with painful strength.
"Explain yourself!" He yelled at me.
"What do I say? We don't always get what we want!"
My response won me a backhanded slap from his hand, with enough force to make me see white for a second and throw me to the ground. My cheek was burning.
"Explain yourself woman! This child is no daughter of mine!"
"What are you accusing me of, you damn bastard?!" She asked while holding herself against the wall. "She is your daughter, there is no doubt about it!"
"Then why is her potential an F?!" He asked.
He grabbed her hair and pulled it with force. All mom could do was scream.
My siblings arrived to the hallway from the ceremony room. They just watched how father was attacking mom.
I was furious. No one was doing anything. The maids ran from the situation, not wanting to be involved. And everyone else were standing and watching while that old bastard was hurting her.
I just did what I could.
I grabbed a ceramic vase that was nearby. Ran towards him and took a swing at his head with the object.
The impact was sound. The noise of chatering porcelain into million pieces as it clashed against his head.
I heard gasps from the rest of my siblings, who only observed.
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The system showed the damage numbers like it was a joke.
He felt the impact of the attack and got forced to let go of her hair.
Then, he turned towards me and with a swing he punched me in the face.
"Ugh!" I screamed in pain.
I was bleeding from the nose. I used my hand to hold it, while my knees buckled and I found myself sitting in the floor.
He started to walk towards me. I looked up at him.
I was not going to give him the pleasure to see me fear him.
I despised him. This was not the first time he did this to her or any of us.
And when he was close, ready to grab me and take another swing...
"No!" Mom yelled.
She placed herself between us. Srms extended. We both were surprised, and father recoiled with a step back.
"Move, woman! I have to teach this trash a less-"
FWOOOSH!
A gust of wind, strong, appeared from mom when she stretched her arm. It was strong enough to push him backwards against a furniture in the wall. With the weight of his body, the wood broke and he fell to the ground with it.
"If you raise your hand against her once more I swear I will kill you!"
He stood up, slowly and clearly in pain. He wanted to take a step forwrd, but mom took one herself. That was enough to make him back down.
"She is not my daughter... You hear me?!"
He left the place, complaining. It was obvious this was eventually going to back down at us.
Mom looked at my siblings who were just staring. I could see the face of Edward and Elizabeth, smiling with a smug expression that only made me want to punch them as hard as I could.
She took me by my hand.
"Come here."
She took me to one of the bathrooms to clean my blood from my face and tend my wounds herself. My face was bruised, my nose broken and I felt pain from the imflamated areas. I was not crying, I could take the pain, even when it hurt so much.
"Don't worry, sweetie... I will clean you up and then we will go have some candy, okay?" She said. I twitched from pain when she pressed a spot with cotton and some chemical from this world.
She was trying to calm me... But I was not feeling sad or fear... I was raging inside. I was holding my fists on my sides on the seat I was in.
"I hate him..." I said.
Her face faltered for a few moments.
"...I know." She said after a small silence.
She hen embraced me with her arms. For a moment she held me against her shoulder. It was a thight moment with her, and it caught me by surprise. I was confused for a few seconds as I was not sure what to feel.
It was warm. It was soft. She smelled like flowers.
"M-mom?" I asked in confusion. I did not know how to react.
"I don't want you to live your life just feeling hate for someone..." She started to cry while talking. "Please... I know this is bad... I know how your father is... But please... Don't let it consume your heart... I want all of you to be happy..."
I did not fully agree with her.
That man... I hated him. He always picked favourites, always tortured mom. The only reason she defended herself was because of us.
Why would I just let him live? I wanted to strangle him. To make him suffer, to...
*Sniff*
My nose still hurts, but I start to sob.
The warmth of her embrace was overwhelming.
On Earth I never felt this emotion. For my parents I was an obligation they barely cared to take seriously. They even paid a cheap nurse that did not care about me and let me die for not responding to my machines.
"Hic... I-I don't want him to hurt you!" I yelled, screaming and crying, letting go of my tears that I coukd not hold back.
"I know... I know!" She answered. "Cry with mommy... Let it out... We will get through this! I swear!"
That was the first time I felt loved and cared for. At least, in that way. My mother from earth never held me, never made me feel loved and taken care for. Here she did it, she let me cry on her shoulder, she held me when I was at my lowest, protected me. She gave me something I did not know I needed to feel.
...
But then...
He had to do something that made me hate this stupid family even more.