Sharing Beatrice A Luna to her Stepbrothers

Chapter 172

Maura's POV:

I was dragged back to home after dad left me all injured. He didn't even let me take a breather and asked me to follow him home. The blood had dried up on my body, and my wounds were aching.

I basically crawled behind him. And since it was too dark, Dad got the benefit, and nobody spotted me in that state. Even if they had, they wouldn't say a word. Nobody wanted to mess with my father, as he would make their lives hell.

"Go change and cook for me," dad said as soon as we entered the house.

I mustered all the strength I could to rush upstairs and shut my bedroom door.

"Ah!" I winced in pain when taking off my clothes and walking under the shower.

I knew only a shower could help calm my bruised body.

"I am sorry, Zane. But we cannot be together," I whispered under the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane's offer. I wasn't even allowed to be seen with him.

It wasn't that I hadn't thought of running away from my house. I just didn't know if I could trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter like that, anybody could. How can I trust Zane when I can' t even trust my own father?

With those thoughts in my head, I kept sobbing and standing under the water until I began to feel like I was being watched. It shouldn't have been so unsafe because I had shut and locked the

door to my bedroom.

However, I was compelled to turn around and look in the direction of the door. That's when I spotted my father standing in my room and watching me with a nasty grin covering his lips. It was the horror of seeing him that made me push back and cover my body with my hands.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I yelled, sticking to the corner and sobbing.

"What? Don't be afraid. I'm just looking over my little daughter and admiring how beautiful she is now that she has grown up." He whispered, taking a step into the bathroom but doing it sneakily.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Not willing to let him in, I rushed and pushed him out. At this point, he could see my naked body with his hungry eyes. But that's what confused him, and I was able to kick him out of my bathroom. I locked the door and blocked it with my body weight while I sobbed at the top of my lungs. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

"You can't even take care of your father's simplest desires?" He yelled from the other side.

"Fuck off!" I screamed, giving up on staying with him. I cannot live like this. He made a duplicate key to my room so he could come and go whenever he pleased.

"You cannot be my father, a father would never look at his daughter like that." I was screaming and crying when I heard the door being slammed shut. I fathomed he had left the room after he didn't get what he wanted.

I slipped into my clothes and walked out of the bathroom in anger.

"I'm going to leave tonight. Fuck him and everything! I will see how he survives without me," I was muttering and packing my clothes. I knew for a fact he will be gone for drinking so I could leave without getting caught. And by the time he comes home, I will be long gone.

I sneaked out of my bedroom, looking around and making sure he wasn't home. Once I was halfway downstairs, I heard some noises coming from the basement. A frown covered my forehead because I didn't recall ever going into the basement. I stood on the staircase when my father suddenly appeared out of the basement. I hid away from him while watching him lock the basement door and then fix his pants.

"Huh! One of them has to satisfy my thirst. They cannot just live here and act like they own the place," he was talking to himself. I could tell he was pretty drunk, but that didn't matter to me. My entire attention was on the basement and what he was doing there, and what did he mean by one of us?

He tripped and fell, making his way to the exit and finally leaving the house.

I stood motionless for another few minutes before I dropped my bag and strolled in the direction of the basement door.

"What is he hiding in the basement?" I asked myself, steadily walking over to the storage room and grabbing an axe to break down the lock. But luck was truly on my side that night.

I have never gone against his orders, which caused him to stop being overprotective of his stuff. He was confident enough that he made me not do anything behind his back, and that confidence soon turned into carelessness. He had left the duplicate keys to the basement in the storage room. I grabbed the keys and rushed over to unlock the door.

The moment the door opened, I felt a breeze so chilly that I had to step back and exhale and inhale first.

Slowly walking my way downstairs and looking for who was there, I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

It was pretty clear that there was someone living down there.

After reaching the ground, I took a deep breath and walked out from the side of the wall to stare at an enormous space with one lady tied in the middle. She had her hands and feet in iron chains.

"Ahhhh!" A whimper escaped my lips when I watched who it was.

I couldn't even breathe for a moment while I stepped closer to her.

It was the kind of feeling I've never felt, even when my father laid his hands on me.

"Mother!" I gasped and dropped to my knees before her.

He had been keeping my mom in the basement this whole time while he told me she died years ago.