"MADISON WHERE THE HELL IS MY FOOD!" My father screamed at me from downstairs. I rushed up from my bed, nursing my wounds from my earlier beating.
Shit. I forgot to make his dinner. I would pay for this dearly. I rush down the stairs, and into the kitchen where he sits calmly at the table, tapping his fingers on the top of his beer.
When he's calm is when the beatings really hurt.
I quickly grab out the ingredients for lasagna, his favorite meal, and turn to make the sauce. As I'm pouring a can of RAGU into the pan, a hand grabs me by my hair and shoves my head downward, smearing the burning sauce across my face.
I bite back a scream trying not to give him satisfaction. He pulls my head dripping with tomato juice from the pot.
"I told you to have my fucking food done when I get home, didn't I." When I don't reply he yanks my hair back, causing me to whip my head in his direction. "DIDN'T I?"
"Y-yyes," I stutter, not looking him in the eye. He grabs a paring knife from the knife block and my eyes widened. He's never used anything more then a belt or a fist on me before. I start to squirm and kick him in the ankle by accident. Before I realize my mistake, he glares at me and plunges the knife into my forearm causing me to scream in pain. He grabs my shirt and throws me into the ground, the knife still stuck in my arm. He grins at the tears streaming down my face.
"Don't ever forget to make me dinner you useless bitch." And with that he walks away to his room.
After he's out of eyesight I take the knife and rip it out of my arm. I wince and try not to scream from the pain. I quickly wrap a damn dish towel around my arm and finish making his lasagna. When I finish, I go to my room and lock the door. Once I've showered and rinsed the rest of the sauce from my face, and wrapped my arm, I crawl into bed and start to cry.
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Thanks to those who bother to read this. I am trying really hard to make a good story, do if you could just give me some feedback on things I can add or improve to make it better that would be great. Really appreciate it
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WerewolfMadison James, seventeen year old werewolf, is miserable. Her father abuses her every day for stupid reasons like tripping over her own two feet, her mother left her when she was ten years old, she and her father are technically considered rouges...
