"Lyssa!"
The sound of the familiar shrill and aggressive voice torture my ears as I roll myself wearily out of bed.
"Lyssa! Get up right now and be down here in 4 seconds or I'll drag you down here myself!"
This was normal in my daily morning wake up call. I try to get a full night's sleep, but instead am woken up at four in the morning. I growl furiously and yell back with extreme hostility,
"I said that I'm getting up Mom! God, can't you leave alone for once?!"
I had hoped that I actually could just rest for one morning. But, as I have already learned by now, living with this woman that isn't possible. I slowly slipped on some slippers, feeling too lazy to also change out of my oversized American Idiot t-shirt and black and red plaid pajama pants. Once that was taken care of, I go down the stairs for more "fun".
There, waiting at the table was the wicked witch of the west herself otherwise known as my mom Tonya. Her chestnut brown hair was slightly messy from just waking up and she was still in her scanty looking red and white night dress and red bunny slippers.
"What is it your highness." I say sarcasticly with a roll of my eyes.
After what seemed like her giving me the silent treatment for about a minute, she finally looks up at me with a dark frown across her face. "Well it's about time you got here sloth." She says coldly.
A second later after her stupid mouth opened, she issues her first decree.
"Make me some breakfast right now. I don't care what it is as as long as it gets done in under 10 minutes. And be sure there is no runny yokes this time if you make eggs. I nearly gagged the last time."
I hide a smirk. That was so enjoyable to watch her squirm in disgust.
Eventually, I snap back to reality and sigh.
"Whatever princess."
This pulls a nerve in my mom and she snaps.
"What did you just say you brat?" She growls, a murderous sneer across her face.
Not wanting trouble, I mutter. "Nothing ma'am. I think you may be hearing things agai-"
Without warning, Tonya gets up and cracks me in the nose.
I proceed to collapse on the floor, my nose bleeding.
"What was that for!?" I shout, currently on the border between pain and fury.
My so called mom smiles cruelly.
"That was to teach you not to question my authority."
Beginning to feel tears in my eyes, I turned around and started towards the kitchen.
I proceed to cook some scrambled eggs and put them on two plates with toast. I soon brought the plates in and set them on the table.
Just as I was about to eat, Tonya blocked my plate.
"Oh no you don't sass mouth. First, you must do the dishes and clean the bathrooms. That is if you wanna eat breakfast at all."
I glare at Tonya, sitting up furiously as I slam a hand on the table. "What?! But I have a school to go to! I won't make it if I do that now! Can't I wait until I get home?!"
Tonya smirks at me once more.
"Not my problem you little wrench. Now do it! Or do you want another beating?"
I stepped back and winced, memories of intense pain coursing through my nerves. Finally, I lower my stare in defeat.
"No... I don't."
Tonya smiles in triumph, pleased that her blackmail was a success.
"Good girl, now do me a favor and get out of my sight."
I gave her a nasty look then turned around. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had no real family, and a million bruises and scars from beatings all over my body. The thoughts of not having a loving family stabbed me constantly and I was sick of dealing with the torture over and over again.
So that moment I settled it. I was going to run away from this duplicate of Hell, and that was that. I had it all planned at that moment. I will pack my few belongings, and then scale myself out out the window.
I crept quietly upstairs to my room and packed some clothes, the little money I had, my ancient MP3 player, and a pocket knife for protection.
I crept back downstairs and peeked from the corner to see my so called "Mom" sleeping on the couch. I then walked into the kitchen and snatched some food to pack with me, and then I wrapped all of these things in one of my sheets. When I tied it closed and opened the window, I tossed the bag out the window into a shrub in our yard.
Before I climbed out, I look back almost hesitantly, If I was to leave, there would be absolutely no going back. This thought is discarded when I remember the horrible beatings and psychological abuse I was given at this house. I just had to escape from it, see the real world free from the bonds of this demon. At that thought, I jump out and land perfectly on my feet, grabbing my bag.
I then begin walking, leaving that prison forever. Little did I know what I was getting myself into when I crossed the road in front of me...
AN: Hope you liked this intro styled chapter of my story. :) If there is anyway I can improve the structure, grammar, etc. then let me know in a review! I would be glad to take any suggestions you have for me. Hope the rest of your days are filled with ambrosia and nectar. This is me Otakachu9001, and I'm off to adventures over the horizon. Bye-Bye! :3
