Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 479

Chapter 479: 479-Farting In Fear

Helanie:

"How did you do it? How did you manage to stay alive and make so many friends?"

After a while, my stepmother couldn’t take it anymore and rushed into the room to have a word with me.

She wasn’t even letting Vani stay in the same room as me. My friends had left some time ago, so I was pretty lonely in the house that once used to be my torture house.

"Did nobody tell you to knock before entering someone’s room?" I asked, shaking my head at her while holding the book in my hand. This was the book Emmet had once given me about an omega who turned out to be the most powerful man ever.

I hadn’t read this book, so since I was here, I decided to give it a try.

"What did you say to me? Sorry, I guess I heard you talk back to me," that was her way of warning me.

"Then go clean your ears. I’m not sitting here repeating myself to you," I hissed, sighing.

She stood in the doorway, looking so shocked.

"You think—you can talk back to me?" she yelled. Of course, she wouldn’t let it go. And I could see her point. I had been so silent my entire life that the idea of me talking back to her—or even talking to her at all—seemed outrageous to her.

"Sullivan!" she screamed, making me realize the others were home too. And of course she had to call her crazy son to back her up.

"Niles! Come here, look what she is doing," she had her fists clenched, screaming as loud as she could to the point that the veins in her neck were popping out.

My heart did skip a beat but I kept my expression intact. I remembered the way Dad and Sullivan used to beat me up for hours until I passed out.

Tears tried to show up in my eyes, to grieve the poor old Helanie, but I swallowed them back quickly. Now was not the time to cry about what happened in the past.

"What is going on here?"

My dad arrived first, a look of disgust and so much anger on his face that I had to put my book down. I was sitting on the chair with my legs up on the table when they decided to interrupt my peace.

"She is talking back. She’s saying so many disrespectful things—"

Larissa had her hands in her hair, seemingly going crazy that I grew a tongue.

"Oh really?" my father hissed, grunting at me as he started to take off his belt.

That belt.

The way he used to take it off before would always make me beg and try to get away from him.

But this time, I got up from the chair and fixed my dress, ready to fight back.

"Oh, you! You think some academy can change your roots? You are still that pathetic little girl who used to beg me for mercy," my father yelled and raised the belt to strike me—when I held it.

The look on their faces would stay with me. Larissa had her hands covering her mouth, her eyes wide open.

But it was my father who won the best expression award. His lips were trembling, his eyes moving from my hand to the belt.