The Servant.

Part 1.

It was a long walk home, the moist air hitting Harley as soon as she stepped out of the school doors. She dreaded having to go home. Having to lock herself in her room and wait for her mother to get home, scared to have the slightest contact with her father. She started to walk on the cracked up pavement, looking at the ground and counting each crack, not noticing she was close to crossing the street. The young girl jumped as she heard the horn honk at her. It was a school bus, within feet away from hitting her. She hurried across the road as quick as possible, knowing she was so close to going to the house that had years and years of torture.

She walked up the pale stone walk way to the door of her house, instantly hesitant on walking in. She opened the door slowly and quietly, trying to not make her presence noticeable, until. "There you fucking are, you're late, get me a fucking beer from the fridge and have this place cleaned before your mother gets home you stupid girl." Her father yelled at her as soon as she closed the door. She couldn't disobey him, if she did, there would be serious consequences to pay.