The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 47: Chapter 47
You are reading The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella, Chapter 47: Chapter 47. Read more chapters of The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella.
Jordan POV
Sarah was gone, now living in the pack house with Grant. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Stella had helped her pack, enthusiastic and filled to the brim with happiness for her, but had pointedly ignored my existence, as though I was invisible to her. It hurt. What had father said to her, that she despised me so much on sight? Or had she taken one look at me and judged me like so many others had, primarily based on looks?
I was glum as I crawled out of bed Monday morning. It was getting close to the end of the school year. Sarah’s graduation would be next week and then school would be over. I had a freezing cold shower, shivering violently, and hastily dressed in the warmest clothes I could find, before creeping upstairs and heading into the kitchen. I was a little confused about my role now. Was I supposed to continue making breakfast for everyone now that Stella was here? Father hadn’t said and I didn’t want to make any assumptions. I had learned the hard way, to never do that.
To my shock, Stella was sitting at the table, perfectly made up, not a hair out of place, sipping quietly at a coffee as I sidled into the kitchen, a small smile on her lips as I walked in. Some instinct in me told me that she wasn’t merely about to ask me about my day, but I fought the urge to judge her based on my past experiences.
“Jordan,” she said smoothly as I hesitated “Did you sleep in this morning?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and looking concerned.
I glanced at her confused. I had gotten up at the same time I got up every morning. “No Ma’am,” I said politely and respectfully “This is the time I get up every morning,” I told her quietly. Hadn’t Father told her about my daily routine? Trust him not to inform his wife about my movements, I thought sourly.
She placed her coffee cup down with a loud thunk. “Unacceptable” she declared, narrowing her eyes as I stiffened, “from now on you will get up half an hour earlier, is that understood? I had to get my own coffee this morning” she complained, sounding very aggrieved while I tried to keep my temper in check.
What was the big deal in having to get her own coffee? Was it really that hard? “With all due respect,” I said between gritted teeth “my father has always had me wake up at this time.”
Besides which, she had only just moved in. How dare she start giving me orders like I was some servant or maid for her to order around? Couldn’t she just treat me like a normal human being?
Just as I finished, my father came walking into the kitchen, yawning as I turned and began to put on some bacon, eggs, and toast. Stella gave an incredulous gasp.
“Honey,” she said in a scandalized tone “your daughter was so rude to me just now” she added as my father bent down and kissed her on the cheek.
My father straightened and eyed me, his own eyes narrowing. “What did you say?” he demanded, as I dug my fingernails into the kitchen counter, Stella’s mouth curving into a triumphant smile.
“All I said was that I wake up at the same time each morning at your directions,” I said heavily.
He frowned.
“I had to get my own coffee this morning” Stella whined.
“From now on you’ll have to get up earlier Jordan” my father advised me, sitting down at the table and drinking from the cup of coffee I slid in front of him “Stella my love, happens to be an early riser” he added.
I served up the food, including a plate for myself, and sat down at the table, remaining silent, although I was silently seething on the inside. I was already becoming resentful of the stepmother who had pushed her way into my life. As I put a forkful of eggs to my mouth my stepmother let out a strangled sound. “What do you think you are doing?” she exclaimed, a hand to her lips, sounding genuinely shocked.
“Eating breakfast?” I said slowly, not understanding her tone of voice.
Even my father was a little surprised, although he maintained a stoic expression on his face.
“No, no, no,” Stella said aggressively, standing up and storming over to me, grabbing my plate as my jaw dropped open You are entirely too overweight to be eating like this. You need to be slimmer, more healthy, more attractive” she added nastily “instead of a chubby girl nobody wants to date.”
”
I stared down at the table. Stella took the plate and flung the contents into the bin, rummaged in the fridge, and came back, slamming it in front of me. It was a banana and a small tub of fat-free yogurt. “Here,” she said, going back to her seat “and as for lunch, you’ll be skipping it from now on. It won’t kill you to go down to two meals a day until we get all this fat off you,” she said, beginning to nibble on a piece of toast.
I gritted my teeth. Don’t say anything, don’t lose your temper, keep your mouth shut Jordan, you know the consequences if you don’t. But something reckless came over me. Call it anger, frustration, pure rage at the constant bullying, humiliation, and degradation I constantly suffered at the hands of others. I lost all self-control and self-preservation. I was fed up with being belittled. I was tired of being made to feel like I was less than anyone else because I was slightly bigger. In Jaxon’s pack, I was made to feel beautiful, adored, and cherished. I wished, not for the first time, that I could live there, rather than be stuck here in this pack.
I slammed my hands down on the table and stood up abruptly, Stella’s mouth opening in a large, wide O as I glared at her and my father.
“Don’t ever speak to me like that again” I hissed “You arrogant b***h. I might be big and I might not look like a supermodel but at least I’m not a cruel, vindictive, cow. Shove your yogurt and your banana up your ass” I growled.
Silence. Even my father looked stunned. It was the first time I had truly lost my temper and given as good as I’d gotten. For good measure, I flipped her the finger.
“Are you going to let her speak to me like that?” Stella cried, looking at my father with wide eyes, sulking.
My father snapped to attention. He got up and slapped me across the face. I didn’t even flinch. I looked him right in the eyes. “Violence is your answer to everything, isn’t it father?” I said sadly “I used to love you, you were my whole world but now, I hate you more than anything and anyone,” I told him, squaring my shoulders.
He was speechless. I had struck a nerve. He grabbed my shoulders and squeezed them tight. I winced as his fingers dug painfully into my flesh.
“Teach her a lesson” Stella squealed from behind him, her eyes glittering with contempt as she pursed her lips at me ” Teach her some damn respect” she yelled.
I laughed. It was a bitter sound. “How ironic that you would choose another’s love over your own flesh and blood. But then you haven’t acknowledged me as your daughter in how many years father?” I prompted, holding my ground as he slapped me hard again, my head almost flinging to the side from the force of the impact.
“Shut up you little b***h” he growled, grabbing my arm and dragging me out of the kitchen.
I refused to make this easy for him. Stella’s footsteps sounded behind us. I could tell she was following us. “Does it make you feel more of a man father?” I continued to provoke him, my anger rolling off me in waves “Picking on someone who is weaker than you are? Who doesn’t have a wolf to protect them? Who should be someone you protect but instead you hurt them for something that wasn’t their fault, to begin with?”
Whack. I stumbled as he hit me on the back, his fist colliding with the small of my back and causing me to drop to my knees. He let out a furious snarl.
“Shut up” he roared, kicking me and sending me face down onto the ground outside, “You’re nothing to me. A worthless, useless, pathetic weakling. An embarrassment. I’m ashamed to even acknowledge you’re my daughter” he snarled.
I got back to my feet. Regarded him steadily, my breathing shallow. Pain ricocheted through me. I ignored it. I would heal, eventually. “See, the thing is, I see you as weak and pathetic, for picking on someone who can’t defend themselves against the likes of you” I hissed, doubling over as he punched me in the ribs.
He grabbed my hair and yanked it. “Truth hurts doesn’t it Father” I panted “Mother would be ashamed of you if she knew what you had become. How you have become. How you treat me. She loved you. She would hate you for what you do to me. You’ve ruined her memory.”
Another punch. I refused to cry out. Refused to give him the satisfaction. I straightened back up again, slowly, as he glared at me. He punched me in the face, blackening my eye. I could feel it closing over. I said nothing. Stella was watching, but the color was slowly draining from her face. I guess even she hadn’t contemplated it going quite this far.
“You’re the reason that my wife is dead” he snapped and I saw Stella wince at the painful reminder she wasn’t his first love.
“Keep telling yourself that” I snapped, refusing to bear the guilt of what happened any longer “I’m sure it helps you to sleep at night,” I said derisively.
Whack, punch, slap. He grabbed me by the hair and yanked hard, forcing me to keep up with him as he headed intentionally towards the destination I had known he had in mind all along. The hole. He slammed me to the ground and grabbed the ladder. Stella watched quietly in the background. He dropped the ladder into the well and then grabbed me, yanking my arm behind my back and forcing my feet forward.
“Get in the hole” he hissed “And by god, I have no idea if I’ll even bother to let you out” he threatened “I might very well tell everyone you ran away and leave you down here to die” he growled.
“Maybe you should,” I said dully “Anything would be better than having to live here with you” I added coldly.
He pushed me against the well. “Move” he snapped.
I swung myself slowly over the ladder and began to descend. I was in so much pain that progress was slow, my father glaring down at me as I made my way downwards, step by step, biting my lip to stop myself from crying out. I finally reached the bottom and staggered to the wall, leaning back against it gratefully, watching dismally as the ladder was furiously pulled up by my father, the cover unceremoniously draped over the well and the sound of his and Stella’s footsteps faded away.
Well Jordan, I thought grimly, you’ve really done it now.
Sarah was gone, now living in the pack house with Grant. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Stella had helped her pack, enthusiastic and filled to the brim with happiness for her, but had pointedly ignored my existence, as though I was invisible to her. It hurt. What had father said to her, that she despised me so much on sight? Or had she taken one look at me and judged me like so many others had, primarily based on looks?
I was glum as I crawled out of bed Monday morning. It was getting close to the end of the school year. Sarah’s graduation would be next week and then school would be over. I had a freezing cold shower, shivering violently, and hastily dressed in the warmest clothes I could find, before creeping upstairs and heading into the kitchen. I was a little confused about my role now. Was I supposed to continue making breakfast for everyone now that Stella was here? Father hadn’t said and I didn’t want to make any assumptions. I had learned the hard way, to never do that.
To my shock, Stella was sitting at the table, perfectly made up, not a hair out of place, sipping quietly at a coffee as I sidled into the kitchen, a small smile on her lips as I walked in. Some instinct in me told me that she wasn’t merely about to ask me about my day, but I fought the urge to judge her based on my past experiences.
“Jordan,” she said smoothly as I hesitated “Did you sleep in this morning?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and looking concerned.
I glanced at her confused. I had gotten up at the same time I got up every morning. “No Ma’am,” I said politely and respectfully “This is the time I get up every morning,” I told her quietly. Hadn’t Father told her about my daily routine? Trust him not to inform his wife about my movements, I thought sourly.
She placed her coffee cup down with a loud thunk. “Unacceptable” she declared, narrowing her eyes as I stiffened, “from now on you will get up half an hour earlier, is that understood? I had to get my own coffee this morning” she complained, sounding very aggrieved while I tried to keep my temper in check.
What was the big deal in having to get her own coffee? Was it really that hard? “With all due respect,” I said between gritted teeth “my father has always had me wake up at this time.”
Besides which, she had only just moved in. How dare she start giving me orders like I was some servant or maid for her to order around? Couldn’t she just treat me like a normal human being?
Just as I finished, my father came walking into the kitchen, yawning as I turned and began to put on some bacon, eggs, and toast. Stella gave an incredulous gasp.
“Honey,” she said in a scandalized tone “your daughter was so rude to me just now” she added as my father bent down and kissed her on the cheek.
My father straightened and eyed me, his own eyes narrowing. “What did you say?” he demanded, as I dug my fingernails into the kitchen counter, Stella’s mouth curving into a triumphant smile.
“All I said was that I wake up at the same time each morning at your directions,” I said heavily.
He frowned.
“I had to get my own coffee this morning” Stella whined.
“From now on you’ll have to get up earlier Jordan” my father advised me, sitting down at the table and drinking from the cup of coffee I slid in front of him “Stella my love, happens to be an early riser” he added.
I served up the food, including a plate for myself, and sat down at the table, remaining silent, although I was silently seething on the inside. I was already becoming resentful of the stepmother who had pushed her way into my life. As I put a forkful of eggs to my mouth my stepmother let out a strangled sound. “What do you think you are doing?” she exclaimed, a hand to her lips, sounding genuinely shocked.
“Eating breakfast?” I said slowly, not understanding her tone of voice.
Even my father was a little surprised, although he maintained a stoic expression on his face.
“No, no, no,” Stella said aggressively, standing up and storming over to me, grabbing my plate as my jaw dropped open You are entirely too overweight to be eating like this. You need to be slimmer, more healthy, more attractive” she added nastily “instead of a chubby girl nobody wants to date.”
”
I stared down at the table. Stella took the plate and flung the contents into the bin, rummaged in the fridge, and came back, slamming it in front of me. It was a banana and a small tub of fat-free yogurt. “Here,” she said, going back to her seat “and as for lunch, you’ll be skipping it from now on. It won’t kill you to go down to two meals a day until we get all this fat off you,” she said, beginning to nibble on a piece of toast.
I gritted my teeth. Don’t say anything, don’t lose your temper, keep your mouth shut Jordan, you know the consequences if you don’t. But something reckless came over me. Call it anger, frustration, pure rage at the constant bullying, humiliation, and degradation I constantly suffered at the hands of others. I lost all self-control and self-preservation. I was fed up with being belittled. I was tired of being made to feel like I was less than anyone else because I was slightly bigger. In Jaxon’s pack, I was made to feel beautiful, adored, and cherished. I wished, not for the first time, that I could live there, rather than be stuck here in this pack.
I slammed my hands down on the table and stood up abruptly, Stella’s mouth opening in a large, wide O as I glared at her and my father.
“Don’t ever speak to me like that again” I hissed “You arrogant b***h. I might be big and I might not look like a supermodel but at least I’m not a cruel, vindictive, cow. Shove your yogurt and your banana up your ass” I growled.
Silence. Even my father looked stunned. It was the first time I had truly lost my temper and given as good as I’d gotten. For good measure, I flipped her the finger.
“Are you going to let her speak to me like that?” Stella cried, looking at my father with wide eyes, sulking.
My father snapped to attention. He got up and slapped me across the face. I didn’t even flinch. I looked him right in the eyes. “Violence is your answer to everything, isn’t it father?” I said sadly “I used to love you, you were my whole world but now, I hate you more than anything and anyone,” I told him, squaring my shoulders.
He was speechless. I had struck a nerve. He grabbed my shoulders and squeezed them tight. I winced as his fingers dug painfully into my flesh.
“Teach her a lesson” Stella squealed from behind him, her eyes glittering with contempt as she pursed her lips at me ” Teach her some damn respect” she yelled.
I laughed. It was a bitter sound. “How ironic that you would choose another’s love over your own flesh and blood. But then you haven’t acknowledged me as your daughter in how many years father?” I prompted, holding my ground as he slapped me hard again, my head almost flinging to the side from the force of the impact.
“Shut up you little b***h” he growled, grabbing my arm and dragging me out of the kitchen.
I refused to make this easy for him. Stella’s footsteps sounded behind us. I could tell she was following us. “Does it make you feel more of a man father?” I continued to provoke him, my anger rolling off me in waves “Picking on someone who is weaker than you are? Who doesn’t have a wolf to protect them? Who should be someone you protect but instead you hurt them for something that wasn’t their fault, to begin with?”
Whack. I stumbled as he hit me on the back, his fist colliding with the small of my back and causing me to drop to my knees. He let out a furious snarl.
“Shut up” he roared, kicking me and sending me face down onto the ground outside, “You’re nothing to me. A worthless, useless, pathetic weakling. An embarrassment. I’m ashamed to even acknowledge you’re my daughter” he snarled.
I got back to my feet. Regarded him steadily, my breathing shallow. Pain ricocheted through me. I ignored it. I would heal, eventually. “See, the thing is, I see you as weak and pathetic, for picking on someone who can’t defend themselves against the likes of you” I hissed, doubling over as he punched me in the ribs.
He grabbed my hair and yanked it. “Truth hurts doesn’t it Father” I panted “Mother would be ashamed of you if she knew what you had become. How you have become. How you treat me. She loved you. She would hate you for what you do to me. You’ve ruined her memory.”
Another punch. I refused to cry out. Refused to give him the satisfaction. I straightened back up again, slowly, as he glared at me. He punched me in the face, blackening my eye. I could feel it closing over. I said nothing. Stella was watching, but the color was slowly draining from her face. I guess even she hadn’t contemplated it going quite this far.
“You’re the reason that my wife is dead” he snapped and I saw Stella wince at the painful reminder she wasn’t his first love.
“Keep telling yourself that” I snapped, refusing to bear the guilt of what happened any longer “I’m sure it helps you to sleep at night,” I said derisively.
Whack, punch, slap. He grabbed me by the hair and yanked hard, forcing me to keep up with him as he headed intentionally towards the destination I had known he had in mind all along. The hole. He slammed me to the ground and grabbed the ladder. Stella watched quietly in the background. He dropped the ladder into the well and then grabbed me, yanking my arm behind my back and forcing my feet forward.
“Get in the hole” he hissed “And by god, I have no idea if I’ll even bother to let you out” he threatened “I might very well tell everyone you ran away and leave you down here to die” he growled.
“Maybe you should,” I said dully “Anything would be better than having to live here with you” I added coldly.
He pushed me against the well. “Move” he snapped.
I swung myself slowly over the ladder and began to descend. I was in so much pain that progress was slow, my father glaring down at me as I made my way downwards, step by step, biting my lip to stop myself from crying out. I finally reached the bottom and staggered to the wall, leaning back against it gratefully, watching dismally as the ladder was furiously pulled up by my father, the cover unceremoniously draped over the well and the sound of his and Stella’s footsteps faded away.
Well Jordan, I thought grimly, you’ve really done it now.
End of The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella Chapter 47. Continue reading Chapter 48 or return to The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella book page.