Bound to the Hot Billionaire

ELEANOR'S POV

" Eleanor!!!!! Eleanor!!!" I heard the screams of my name all over the house. I wondered when Dad would ever be back. This is my house, they all met me here.

I sat down on the sofa and listened as Jess, Van, and stepmom scream my name over and over again. Jess's voice soon became clearer, she obviously was close to my door. Soon enough, as expected, she started banging on my door.

" Hey Elie, I know You're there, open the fucking door" she yelled.

I didn't budge, I'm even about two years older than her. What do they want now?

" What is it?" I said.

" Oh! So you heard us and you can't speak. Mom is looking for you. I give you 5 minutes before she comes to meet you herself".

She left. Soon I heard the bitch talking. 

" Eleanor, get out now." She said I can't even bring myself to call her mom.

" Why should I?"

" We made breakfast," she said.

That was an obvious lie. Nobody Cooks in this house apart from me. They are probably starving. 

I'm quite hungry too, but stepping out of this house right now is an undeniable death. Well, I don't have a choice, I've been facing it every day. I won't die yet.

I let out a big sigh and opened the door slowly, she pushed it hard against me making me fall hard on the floor. I looked up at the angry woman who landed me a heavy slap the next minute. 

I thought I was used to it but it always hit differently. I held my cheeks as they burnt really hard. She left angrily. I slowly stood up and went out the door, locking the knob behind me.

I know I would still have to face both Van and Jessica downstairs. I walked slowly and saw two angry birds, waiting for me. 

I don't know exactly what I did this morning, but it has always been like that. I'm too weak to retaliate. I got downstairs and Jess pulled my ear. 

God knows that hurts. She dragged me down to the kitchen with my ears. If I had the power and a gun, I wouldn't hesitate.

" Do your work, I'm starving" she said and left for the sitting room. I had no choice, not like I ever did anyway. After cooking, I ate in the kitchen because I knew better.

They might deprive me of the right to eat if I'm not careful. After eating, I served their food and took it to them in the dining room, not daring to say a word.

I turned to leave and suddenly stomped on something which made me fall really hard on the tile ground. A volcano of pain erupted in my head. 

I couldn't process anything at first. Trying to be strong, I tried standing. Standing was difficult, I could feel myself falling but I tried anyway. I felt a warm liquid slowly falling down my face. I touched my face and saw a red substance on my hand. 

I was obviously bleeding. I looked down at Van who just adjusted his leg, he'd made me fall on purpose.

"Oops," he said and they all laughed. 

I went up to my room in haste. The pain was unbearable. 

I've undergone worse than that from these people. I got some cotton wool and spirits. I dabbed it little by little and cleaned the blood off. I wonder how long I have to put up with everything. Cleaning it, I dressed it with a bandage. That's another form of attraction. 

After having a whole chapter of my whole wrenched life once again, I went downstairs and saw how trashy the whole place was. It was neat hours ago. I grumbled in frustration and that was the exact time Jess came in, she probably went shopping. 

" Why is the whole house this way, start cleaning," she said, dropping her stuff on the couch. 

" Jess, I'm not ready for your stupid playoffs," I said and turned to leave but I was pulled back by a strong force from my head.

" Ahhh" I screamed. Jessy was really pulling my hair hard. I tried crossing her with my leg, which made her fall. I couldn't resist the urge to slap her. It was the first time I slapped her and it felt good. 

But that was bad timing because Van walked in and saw the scene, then Jess started crying. She really should be in an acting school 'cause fuck!