(No this is sadly not about queen's biggest hits. No, sadly this is the other kind of hitting. So I'm putting a trigger warning so if you don't want to read that I highly recommend you don't read this chapter and just wait for the next chapter to come out and assume something bad happened just not the specifics.)

  Days after Ella was hit and then forced to sweep she noticed that her wicked stepmother began wearing rings. Very deadly rings. They weren't like her other rings, the ones she would wear to show off, no these weren't flat they had sharp edges and bumps on them. She knew that she was going to start feeling more pain.

Years later she swept the floors she noticed a trail of droppings, how curious. She followed it until she found herself on the second floor and saw a pack of rats, vermin.

"Oh, shoo" so she tried attacking them with her broom then she felt herself get bit a rat had gotten so angry that it bit her. She was surely going to be sick. One would hope that meant she would be treated kinder but no it only meant she had to do more work.

"Get off nasty"

It finally let go of her leg, oh she was bleeding, even more, to clean up. She decided that since she was already on the second floor she might as well start sweeping and see if she could kill one of the rats.

"AHHHHH!" She heard a shrill shriek come from below. It was the scream of her stepsister. Oh, she knew it was bad but she enjoyed hearing that spoiled brat scream. She ran downstairs to see what had caused her foul sister to scream. When she ran downstairs she saw the pack of rats bullying and attacking her. She thought that perhaps the rats weren't so bad they could tell that her sister was wicked and didn't deserve to be treated well. No she couldn't think like that, she refused to become like her wicked stepmother and those thoughts would lead her on that path. She hit the rats but kept in mind that in the future they might be useful assets to her.

"ELLA, DON'T YOU EVER DO YOUR JOB PROPERLY?!"

"No, I don't, because I am a worthless and no good demon. I am worth nothing more than the rats," she said with a sigh, knowing what was to come next.

"That's right, now give me your arm," she said sternly. So reluctantly, she gave her her arm. When she refused she got scars, nasty ones, that went from her wrist to her elbow. They crossed, making a spider web formation. She winced when she felt the cold metal on her arm, blood was dripping from the tip of the ring.

"Well, now that you're older," she heard her wicked stepmother say and then she saw her put on more rings. Then she was slapped in the face, the metal slashing her skin. She felt blood, all she could see was red. Ella was seething with rage, so she did something she'd never done before. She attacked the old hag that was her stepmother. She clawed and slashed at her face. Then the next thing she knew, she was hit across the back of her head and passed out. When she woke up, she found more and more scars. She looked around her and saw that it was midnight. Oh no, no, no, no, she thought to herself. She stayed up for too long, her father would be arriving anytime soon.

She started to creep up the stairs when the door burst open. She saw her father stumble in, tripping over his own feet. He was drunk, very drunk. She could smell the liquor from where she was standing.

"OI, YOU, WHY ARE YOU AWAKE?"

"Pardon-pardon me, father, it's just today I was hit so hard that I blacked out. You see the marks?" she questioned as she pointed across her body, hoping that perhaps she could reason with her drunken father.

"I don't care, you shouldn't be up."

"Father, don't you want to know who hit me?" Ella asked in shock

"No, I don't care."

"It was that foul woman you married."

"DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD WE SLAVE AWAY TO MAKE SURE YOU HAVE A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD AND FOOD TO EAT?! AND NOW YOU JUST COMPLAIN ABOUT YOUR MOTHER, COME HERE, INSOLENT CHILD!"

"SHE'S NOT MY MOTHER AND AND YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER. A FATHER SHOULD CARE AND LOVE FOR THEIR CHILDREN, NOT BE AWAY AT BARS GETTING DRUNK!"

"CHILD, HERE!" he stamped his foot on the floor as he began to unbuckle his belt.

"NO! No, no," she kept repeating, finding herself close to tears. No. Her father rushed up to her and grabbed her by the head, pushing her down so that her back was facing up. Then she felt it - the first hit across her back, the leather belt breaking her skin. Then again and again. He hit her twenty-six times across the back. Her back stung, feeling like it was on fire. All she wanted was to end her misery.

"Now go back upstairs and sleep. "

She ran up the stairs, but that night she did not sleep. She planned. She made plans and plans. Because she wouldn't live like this any longer.

A/N

Okay, so my editor will be out of town to a place with no internet so they won't be able to edit my chapters for a bit so I'll try my best to edit the chapters the best I can. Yeah, so that's all for this update my Fluffy orange Aardvarks.

Question: What are your feelings on Cinderella? Whether it be her home life or her family or her personality itself, what do you think about her?