ASH'S POV.
I'm sitting in the corner of my cell.. I ment room, with no heat in the dead of winter. I have my 2 warmest sweeters on my blue jeans with some sweat pants pulled over them. My alarm clock flashes the number 4:59am waiting one more minute intill I'm aloud to leave my cell....crap room. When the clock read 5:00am I stood and walked over to the door opening it as quitely as I could, not wanting to wake the beast that slept down the hall flinching when the door squeaked, I hurried down stairs my feet not making a sound. When I got to the bottom step I let out a string of curses he didn't have a GUEST he threw a party!
Beer cans and glass bottles littered the ground, ash trays were everywhere cigarette buds thrown everywhere and anywhere, pizza boxes lay upside down with the half eaten pizzas spilling out. Great! now I get the honor of cleaning up his mess!!! note the sarcasm.
I quickly grab trash bags and get to work I wipe,scrub,dust and pick up everything I can. When I finally get done its 6:40am I quickly run over to the fridge and grab eggs and bacon and started frying them. I just finished smearing the butter on the toast and pouring orange juice when 'IT' walks in, he's dressed in his uasual black dress pants and button up shirt. I have his black hair, while mom had blonde hair. he was a huge man and not fat all muscle 220 pounds of it he was tall about 6'5 I got my height from him, standing at 5'9 while mom was 5'7, last time we saw her of course. He had percing blue eyes that chilled you to the very bone, they were always filled to the top with hate. He Inspected the room his eyes running over every little thing he let out a little grunt and I relaxed. But tensed up when he looked over I immediately bowed my head. When he sat down I hurried over and set his food in front of him, backing away I stood off to the side in case he needed anything. I peaked up through the curtain of black that covered my face, just in time to see him pop a peice of bacon in his mouth, his eyes narrowed into slits. I slammed my eyes shut waiting for the impact, I didn't have to wait that long. His strong hand smacked me across the face and sent me flying into the counter.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU FEEDING ME YOU SLUT" the plate of food came flying at my head, if I move he would get more angrey and hit me more causing pain for about a week. I'm staying put... the plate collided with my head causing it to break.....if you haven't had a plate flung at your head then here is how it feels, find a marble counter and slam your head against it and you know my pain. I felt a cut open just above my right eyebrow and a cut on my right cheek, my eyebrow was fine, stinging a little but I ignored it. My right cheek though, I could feel the hot blood running down the side of my face. He stormed out of the house leaving me to clean up, his own personal little maid.
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Raging War
FantasyAsh was like any other child she was loved and cared for. That is intill she turns six, her mother leaves and doesn't come back. Her father blames Ash for her mother leaving. Abused and hated she is kept and hidden from everyone. Not having stepped...
