Boom! I gasped. Father was home. "Tobias? Where are you? Dinner better be ready!" he growled. I rushed to the table filling his glass with water, and serving him food. I kneeled at his side, knowing I was unworthy to enjoy food with him. I am selfish."Tobias? I think you're being very selfish looking at me. I think you need to go to your room for a while." he coolly said. I got up and went to my room stripping like I was taught so many years ago. I don't understand how anyone could be this cruel. Why did mom have to die? Why did she leave me here? I soon had tears in my eyes. Father heard me, and came up with his brown leather belt.".I think for being vain at dinner you should be punished 50 times. For self-indulging I am adding an extra down on the bed.", he cruelly said. Fear glistened in my eyes. I laid down on the bed. For every hit I counted out loud. By 20 I could barely breath. At 40 I was contemplating 50 I nearly passed out.59 I actually did.
I awoke in my bed and saw that I was bleeding .I realized today was the choosing day.
''Tobias Eaton", Father coolly announced. I grabbed the knife and without a fleeting glance at my father, I cut into my skin and watched my blood sizzle on the black coals. I joined the line, watching Fath-Marcus gasp. Goodbye Father. You are no longer family. Faction before blood.
(A/N:Should I do more?Next Fanfic will probably be longer...)