Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - 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.

“Don’t you ever raise your hand at me again. I won’t just defend myself—I’ll fight back, and you’ll wish I didn’t,” I hissed, looking him straight in the eye as I almost spat in his face.

I quickly twisted his hand and pulled the belt out of his grip.

“What is going on?” Larissa complained, and the moment I turned my attention to her with the belt in my hand, she ran and hid behind my father.

“This is—disrespectful. You’re a brat—even if you can—you shouldn’t—be threatening your father,”

My father—who had never looked so scared before, who had never looked even slightly affected by my pain—was suddenly shaking?

“Get out of my room. I’m done pretending to be weak or whatever you wanted me to be,” I yelled, whipping the belt in the air.

The two of them jumped like scared cats and ran toward the door.

As I whipped again, Larissa farted and then yelped.

“Ugh, I hate her,” she cried, running out with her husband.

That part, I didn’t expect from her—but I guess crazy people get scared easily.

I turned around to throw the belt away when my eyes landed on the mirror. The big mirror I was never allowed to look into.

I was never proud enough of myself to look at my reflection—but today, I looked like I had actually achieved something.

I could finally look into my reflection and feel proud.

I sat down to read my book again before I got hungry and left the room. I saw Larissa and my father sitting in the lounge, looking worried and upset. And when they saw me, they looked even angrier.

“Where are you going?” Larissa got to her feet, calling out for me.

“To get something to eat, since you weren’t decent enough to make dinner,” I said. I bet my words felt like daggers to her.

They were so shocked they just sat there on the couch, staring at each other’s faces.

“Huh, people here hate you. And since when did I become your maid?”

She made me laugh a little. I used to do all that for her.

It was fun watching her get so riled up.

I ignored her and reached the door when it opened—and the person coming in blocked my path.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach her a lesson. That attitude she brought here is something only I can handle,” he said, eyes narrowed at me.

I knew I’d have to face him eventually.

But this time, I wasn’t backing down.

“Sweet stepbrother. If you don’t want to fart like your mother out of fear, step aside,” I warned him, my words making him even angrier.

“Try me. I’m not my mother,” he growled, placing his hand on my shoulder, his fingers digging into my skin.