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Bella and Cherry - From Rags to Kingdoms
🕑 Added 2025-01-22 13:02:32 +0000 UTCOrigins story for Bella and Cherry Kingdom, readable here, on Alphafemz (deviantart), in the archives, and right here!
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Bella and Cherry - From Rags to Kingdoms
Charlotte “Cherry” Gomezia sat in silence, the stillness broken only by the sound of bags being packed in the next room. She stared at the clock, its hands pointing to fifteen minutes to midnight.
Moonlight streamed through her broken windows, illuminating the beauty of her features while casting harsh light on the imperfections of her home. Damp walls, peeling wallpaper, threadbare and balding carpet, a splintered, broken bed—evidence of a life marked by hardship. Holes in the drywall, punched by anyone but herself and her sister, stood as silent witnesses to years of violence. One of those holes had even been made by her own head, many years ago.
And yet, Cherry smiled as she watched the clock. It was a small gift from her sister, designed for this very moment—the moment when their nightmare would finally end. Memories of abuse, pain, sleepless nights, and a lifetime of undeserved blame would soon be left behind. A child of an affair has no say in how they came into the world.
Cherry had been kept around only for the sake of welfare payments.
The sound of packing grew louder, and Cherry’s thoughts turned to her beloved sister, Isabelle “Bella” Gomezia, who was carefully orchestrating their escape. Bella was diligently packing their belongings, executing her plan to save Cherry once and for all.
The two sisters were each other’s everything. Bella, who had endured significantly less abuse, had taken it upon herself to work tirelessly—not to enjoy her relative freedom but to protect Cherry. She did everything humanly possible to shield her younger sister from torment, to hold her when she cried, to remind her, again and again, how perfect she was and always would be.
Although Cherry was no stranger to violence, cruel words, or vile remarks about her differing complexion, she worried that Bella had ironically borne the brunt of their parents’ abuse. Bella had overworked herself to comfort Cherry, fighting an eighteen-year battle against their scheming, villainous parents. She knew that one wrong move could magnify Cherry’s suffering tenfold.
Bella had always known that the police would stand no chance against the manipulative masterminds who controlled them. Any allegations would be deftly dodged by those who had perfected the art of evasion, their skilful uselessness honed like the discipline of a ninja. So, Bella had bided her time, carefully steering events to avoid provoking worse actions from their parents.
At just twenty years old, Bella had become a phenomenon of strength—a towering, formidable fortress of muscle and determination. She worked tirelessly at the Harper City gym, her paycheck claimed each week by their parents. But Bella always managed to sneak a portion of it for herself. She even secured a job for Cherry at the age of sixteen, giving her little sister an escape from their wretched home. Cherry, too, was forced to hand over her earnings, but she followed Bella’s example, quietly keeping a bit for herself.
Bella didn’t leave home when she turned eighteen. She refused to abandon Cherry, knowing she couldn’t leave her younger sister alone with their monstrous parents. Despite her physical power, Bella understood that brute strength alone wouldn’t allow her to rescue Cherry legally. Their parents’ cruelty seemed limitless, and the risks were too great. So, Bella waited two more years. Now, the time had finally come.
As the mighty Bella entered Cherry’s decrepit bedroom, her stoic, stern features softened into a rare smile. It was a smile that almost seemed painful for her to make, as though she were using the only muscles in her body she hadn’t already trained to exhaustion. Bella—the steadfast guardian and protector—beamed at her sister, ready to set their plan into motion.
“…It’s nearly time. Let’s go,” Bella said, her voice distant as she stared into space. Cherry quickly hopped to her feet and moved toward the doorway, but Bella hadn’t budged, inadvertently blocking the exit as she stood lost in thought. Her teeth clenched unconsciously as memories of their childhood flooded her mind—particularly Cherry’s. The trauma of her little sister’s torment surged through Bella’s veins, as if she were absorbing the pain herself, taking every metaphorical bullet. Cherry had felt so little of it, thanks to her almighty heroine who had patched every blow, healed every wound, and dried every tear.
As Bella remained frozen in the doorway, Cherry gently wrapped her arms around her big sister. Though they were the same height, Bella’s years of dedicated training had made her larger and more imposing.
“…Th-thank you, Bella,” Cherry stuttered softly. Neither of them knew for certain whether her stutter was neurological or psychological, a result of mental or physical abuse. But they both agreed on one thing: it was caused by abuse.
With gentle determination, Cherry turned her bigger, sturdier sister around and nudged her out of the doorway toward the stairs. Cherry’s excitement to leave was palpable, but Bella was struggling. Living in this dilapidated house, dedicating every moment of her life to protecting Cherry—this had been her entire world. Though Bella left the house daily for work, stepping outside today felt like leaving her universe behind. This time, she knew, would be the last. Neither of them would ever set foot in this place again.
Bella knew this was a good thing. She knew it was the best thing. The guardian within her understood that this was the greatest moment of Cherry’s young life. But still, Bella found herself needing something unexpected: help from Cherry. She needed to see the smile she had worked so hard to create on her sister’s face. She needed that joy to lift her, to remind her that her years of relentless labour and sacrifice had finally borne fruit.
Even Cherry, by mortal standards, was a tank of a woman, with massive, rippling muscles, extraordinary height, and striking beauty. However, it wouldn’t be until after these events that her size would finally catch up to her older sister’s. With her mind freed from the chains of their past, she would be able to commit to tougher and more focused workouts.
As they descended the staircase of their family home, Bella carried a massive, jam-packed holdall in each hand. Her face was set in a scowl of determination and unbridled fury. Behind her, Cherry kept her palms lightly on Bella’s back, as though steadying her on the stairs. In reality, she just wanted to stay as close to her sister as possible—though perhaps she did offer the occasional nudge to help. Cherry’s face was a picture of joy and excitement, a stark contrast to her fiercely protective big sister.
When they reached the landing, the front door lay before them. But they turned momentarily to the open doorway on their left, which led into the front room where their parents lay sleeping.
The room was a wasteland of neglect: bottles and needles, cans and smoke, all strewn about haphazardly. Like the rest of the home, it was devoid of warmth or care. No family photos, no mementos, no keepsakes—no history, no heart, no life. Just two angry, miserable people lying not asleep but heavily unconscious, sedated by their own vices.
They were the epitome of unaccountability, products of a lifetime spent blaming everyone but themselves. Two rotten souls who had poisoned their home, filling it with violence, screams, and abuse—physical, mental, and racial—inflicted on their own children.
“…Happy birthday, Cherry,” Bella whispered, showing her sister her phone. The clock read midnight—legally, her little sister had officially turned eighteen.
It was time to leave.
They did so without making a sound. The Gomezia parents had lost their entire income in the blink of an eye, along with both of their "stress toys." Neither sister ever saw them again, and neither cared to know why. Bella often said that after a lifetime of doing wrong, the first right thing their parents ever did was not come looking for their missing children—though ironically, even that decision was still very wrong.
Although Cherry and Bella changed their names socially, they never did so officially. Every document and listing still referred to them as Charlotte and Isabelle Gomezia. This was intentional; they wanted to make a point by remaining as easy to find as possible.
To the rest of the world, however, they became known as the warm and lovable Cherry Kingdom and her mighty sister, Bella Kingdom. Bella would soon rise to fame as the powerhouse superheroine of Harper City and the centrepiece of the Alpha Fem Z. Yet, even as a hardened leader, she now sought guidance and protection from her little sister, who taught her to laugh, smile, and embrace warmth and goodness.
Bella Kingdom had dedicated her life to shielding Cherry from the lingering effects of abuse and trauma, doing everything humanly possible to remove their scars—even at the cost of her own happiness. This self-sacrifice left Bella a serious and often cold individual, traits that made her a remarkable and unstoppable leader. But beneath her tough exterior, Bella needed saving too—saving from the darkness that clouded her mind.
Cherry, always eager to help, took it upon herself to bring light and joy into Bella’s life. She delighted in making her sister laugh, often with the silliest things. And while Bella remained protective and sweet at her core, she found herself cherishing those moments of silliness and cuteness, seeing them as precious and vital for her well-being. They became the perfect balance for her serious nature, helping her survive and thrive.
And that, in essence, is how all of the pink happened; bringing Bella Kingdom ever closer to her adorable powerpack, the inspirationally gentle and lovable Cherry Kingdom.
