I lay on my bed listening to my father scream for me from downstairs.
"Karamel, oh,Karamel, come here!"
I don't want to go. He might beat me. But, then again, i'm kinda getting used to it. It's an everyday routine. He leaves to the bar as soon as it opens. I go to school where I get bullied and tormented every day. I come home and get beat for A) not doing chores or B) being the reason my whore of a mother left. Or sometimes, no reason at all.Urrrggggg...
"COME HERE DAMMIT!"
Oh crap. I forgot he was calling me.I carefully walk downstairs, hoping not to make any noise. No such luck.
" 'Bout goddamn time you got here!" he yells at I enter the dim-lit living room.
" Sorry..." I mumble.
" What was that whore?"
Holy crap. What did I just do?!? You are to NEVER say something back to my father. He will do UNSPEAKABLE things to you.
" WELL?!? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME!?!"
I just stand there like this idiot I am.
" TALK DAMMIT!"
" I said 'Sorry"." I squeaked.
He struck me then.I fell to the cigarette-butted carpet face down.
" I AM YOUR FUCKING FATHER! YOU DON'T SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY!" he yells at me. He then began to kick my uncovered mid-section.
" GAHHHH! PLEASE, STOP! I'M SORRY!!" I screamed.
" Better not talk to me that way then." he said as he stopped the intense kicking. He picked me up by my black and blue hair so that he could look me straight in the eyes.
" Now, go get me more cigarettes!" he said to me.
" I don't have anymore money..." I replied softly.
" Well that sounds like a personal problem, because i'm not going to give you any, and i'm sure you know how I get when I don't have my cig's." he said with an evil smirk. He threw me to the ground.
" Well how am I to get them for you then?!" I said.
"Easy. Flip back to whore mode. You're fortunate to look like you do, so, just flip." he said as he made his way to the foot of the stairs.
Grrr! He knew I hated it when he reminded me of 'Whore mode'! The only reason I am a little whore is because he spends all of his money on booze all the time. Hell, he spends more time at the bar than he does his actual job!
I sighed.
" Okay then I'll be back in an hour." I say to him.
" Good." he said, walking back up the stairs.
I get my black and blue striped hoodie, put on my Converse, and head out the door.

Notes

Hey! So first chapter, kinda short but hey, it's up! tell meh what you think and I'll get back at cha.
Thanx for reading my lovlies!~

Sgt. Bubbles