(A/N) Warning abusive content ahead. But you can continue reading from the first... there will be another warning where it starts and ends so you could continue, for now.

Edited.

CHAPTER 4

"Where the fuck were you?!" Adham roared.

Crap. I cursed as I took a timid step forward.

I thought he must have been passed out by now. How the bloody hell is he still sober?!

Then the disturbing smell of alcohol lingered around my nose which seemed to simply bolster my dubious thoughts.

I inhaled sharply when the hall came into my view.

The place legitimately resembled a site hit by a catastrophic tornado.

I couldn't help but cringe at the clothes sprawled across the floor that seemed to belong to a pair; probably Adham's and his new toy's.

Expensive furniture and souvenirs seemed to be thrashed and wrecked, closed by the walls stained by an odious substance.

The fetid room remained tranquil except for my agitated gasps and thumping heart. The smell of alcohol, disturbingly lingered all over the hall explaining the dozen beer bottles that were scattered on the carpet.

"Where the fuck were you, Blaire?" He repeated himself before he groaned slightly in the attempt to get up from his seat.

I took a cautious step backward and clutched my books tighter towards my chest as I eyed the man who succeeded in getting out of his couch before he turned around facing me.

Adham stood there with a beer bottle, firm in his hold.

"Answer me you worthless piece of shit!" His chest rose as he yelled. His eyes blazed with flames as he took in my form into his vision. His face turned red and body shook slightly with tremendous anger. He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth still waiting for my answer.

"I-I..." I found it rather difficult to form any words. I just stood there rooted in place before I dropped my head down with my eyes glaring my shoes.

***Warning warning warning. Abusive content***

The next thing I knew, I was on the floor with my hand caressing my cheek impulsively after the throbbing slap I received. I gritted my teeth and continued to glare at the scattered books on the floor, refusing to show any reaction that he desired.

"Look at you!" He spat. "Whoring yourself to that guy."

My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as I tried to reckon his contempt.

"What's his name..." he trailed off as his hands came up to his chin as if he was thinking. "Ah! Sean! Yeah, Sean! I didn't take you as a girl so desperate for company." He disgustingly commented.

"You deserve to be isolated! You deserve no mercy!" He cursed before he delivered a powerful thrust to the side of my stomach to which my body responded by scrunching up. He violently picked me up by my hair and made me look into his eyes. I looked back defiantly, with the hatred and disgust my eyes seemed to hold.

"You are worthless! You deserve to die!" His eyes widen as he cursed. His breaths came out deep and uneven. His nose flared up and his face so red. He looked like a pig.

I chuckled slightly at how my mind managed to think in a demur.

Mirth seemed to dance in his eyes before the orbs darkened.

"You little bitch!" he growled as he pounded my head harshly against the wall before throwing me down. He started kicking all over my body mercilessly as I stayed there trying to protect my head from his powerful kicks. I couldn't condone the man's clout even in his drunken state.

He wasn't a Mafia Gang Leader for granted. And his kicks and punches sure hurt like a bitch and bruise worthy.

Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as I resisted the excruciating pain that took over my body. But I restrained myself from tearing up before I let out an imminent sob.

My weak arms lifted my body as I managed to sit up. My vision seemed to blur from the tears that welled up in my eyes. I peeked over my lashes at my furious father hovering over me.

In spite of the helplessness I felt on that position, I had the twitching nerve to roll my eyes.

That had taken a trigger on him as he seemed to grit his teeth before delivering one last powerful kick to my abdomen as I curled into a ball with a groan.

He bent down to my level to his knees before he made me look into his eyes again. I raised my eyebrow in defiance.

He clenched his jaw as he closed his eyes as if my bold disobedience seemed to torment him.

***End of Abusive content***

"Look," He hissed as his hands held my jaw in place.

"I don't have the time to cope up with your imprudence. I have guests coming this evening for business and I need you to clean yourself up." He instructed with a tint of menace.

I continued to stare at him callously. He let out an irrate sigh before letting go of my jaw forcefully and headed towards his room.

I sighed as I managed to get up and collect my belongings before I slowly went up to my room in precaution to my pain.

I threw my door open before closing it with the same force with the back of my foot once I got in.

I pursed my lips as I dumped my things on the bed before I marched into the bathroom.

I looked into the mirror.

Blood oozed out from the cuts that Adham imprinted. The stinging pain throbbed on my right cheek which I convicted for a bruise. The pain in my stomach had seemed to override the pain-o-meter to the point where I felt numb.

I opened the door to the cupboard to take out the first aid kit which I hoped would nurse my wounds.

I took out a cotton ball before drenching it with an Antiseptic fluid and started cleaning my wounds. My body was a mess covered with bruises and cuts. The fact that I had just had my semi-finals last night didn't really help either.

I heaved a sigh as I continued to nurse myself.

I could have just ended all this abuse and beat him up to pulp if I wanted to. But, I couldn't.

This man was a reincarnation of Satan himself. He is merciless, dark and dangerous. I can't just beat him up and run away. Not yet. I need to be Eighteen to be able to do that. Until then this man is my legal guardian. I can't go to the cops. He has a whole mafia gang gotten his back. They will do anything to get him out. I can't tell anyone. He will know and just kill them.

In simple words, I am trapped.

Until eighteen of course, but you never know how his mind works. He might just track me down.

I had just learned to accept my life like this. But I am not going to give up. I will save the money I get from my fights and run off somewhere far away from, where he can't find me and live the life which I had always desired.

I wrapped the gauze one more time and secured it on my stomach and pulled the shirt down.

I took a deep breath and opened the door and padded towards the kitchen and frowned when the cook was not there.

Oh lord...

Looks like I am expected to cook for a dozen for hungry men tonight.

I sighed and began working on the delicacies.

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"Hmmm..." one of the guys moaned. "These are really good. Did you make these by yourself, princess?"

I nodded while keeping my face taciturnly.

"Nice..." he drawled out. I plastered a fake smile then rolled my eyes without them noticing.

I watched as they continued to eat up all the food that I had made for them like pigs.

I had decided to make baked seasoned potatoes with bacon and orange chicken with some fried rice. I even made a raspberry cheesecake for the desert which sat back in the kitchen yet to be devoured.

I dropped my gaze towards my calloused hands as I fiddled with them. I stood in the corner next to the kitchen door in the dining room gauchely as I watched them eat. I had to wait until they all ate then feed myself with whatever was left.

I sighed.

The hungry men who were eating up the food that I had made while chatting animatedly were apparently Adham's Guests.

But I was sure they weren't. Adham had business partners or allies. Not friends. I don't think he is well civilized to have one. At least, his not so gregarious personality states otherwise.

Probably a drug supply or a weapon exchange or men hiring or some other presumptuous practice must have been their doctrine cause to this meeting. It's always something rather disturbing to think for a mere person. And they aren't really predictable, to begin with, either. In a bad way that is.

The meaty dark haired one on Adham's left headed our Guests' gang. It seemed rather ironic for him have the smallest frame among the rest of his gang members. It probably must have been dauntlessness that clouded his eyes that helped him maintain his clout.

One thing that seemed to amuse me was how his gang looked like they had never lived a day out of the gym.

They looked like The Himalayas strutting together with their extraordinary height and meaty-muscles.

The crew had immigrated all the way from England which pretty much bolstered their sexy accents.

But, that hadn't managed to arouse me in a bit. Their ripe age acted rather as a hindrance for that.

I discreetly managed to learn that this was their first deal with Adham. But hadn't got a chance to reckon their reason for the same.

After all, Adham takes his deals very seriously. His businesses are highly confidential and are only known to his trusted mates.

Although his gamble being a good one is rather highly debatable in my opinion. I nothing but pity for both him and his dealers.

"Clean this up. " Adham's orotund voice broke my train of thoughts. The maids nodded and hastily started to clear up the mess.

The men stood up from their chairs before heading to the meeting room successively.

I too prepped myself to go back to my room but the Patron leader's enrapt gaze on me, intercepted me. He seemed to give a genuinely warm smile. Not those that'll make your panties snap, but the ones that are reassuring and comforting from a caring father which I never had.

I twitched the end of my lips just enough for a soft smile before scurrying back into the kitchen.

"Miss!" A voice called out. "You didn't have to cook all that. You could have just called us." One of the maids gushed.

"It's alright. Really" I smiled reassuring but flinched when it hurt.

Tara, one of the oldest maids, had a concerned look on her face. "Are you alright, dear?" she enquired.

I nodded slightly looking down as Tara directed a small smile. "If there is anything you need. You know where to come."

I nodded before she took my hands in her own wrinkled ones.

"Take care of yourself properly, love," she whispered.

I smiled sadly. She gave me a small reassuring squeeze which seemed to allude the message she wished to convey.

Everything is going to be alright.

"I'll get going, then." She announced before she retracted her hands back.

"Okay," I whispered to her fading figure.

All the staff here knew everything that happens here. But, wouldn't dare to tell on him. No one wanted their head served on a platter send to their own family.

But Tara took one valiant step ahead and always seemed to give me confront that my mind aches the most. She seemed to earn my trust the most, more than Sean, than anybody.

She took herself the role of a doting grandmother which I wasn't privileged enough to have either.

I broke myself from my reverie and eyed the tray of cheesecakes that sat on the island left untouched.

Well, I am not letting this go to trash.

I cut them in pieces and dared to take them to their meeting room, defiantly.

The ultimate veracity here being my alacrity to piss Adham off.

Lmao.

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