AN: So this is my first attempt at fifty shades and writing in general so please be kind.
All characters belong to E.L James am just borrowing them for fun. Enjoy.
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Chapter 1: Dark Times
The front door slams, a clear indication that he is home...sigh"Carla! Carla! Where is my god damn dinner woman?" He screamed. Oh God I wonder what it is wrong this time...probably drunk or lost his job or maybe both...again my subconscious sneers.
"Dinner is on the table sweetheart"say mom sweetly...with a slight waver to her voice...shit even she's scared of the bastard. At the sound of her voice when she replied, I started contemplating on how to sneak the hell out of here without him noticing as I doubt he even knows am home.
"What the fuck is this?! This taste like shit!" he hollered as the plate connects to what sounds like the kitchen wall. I tense immediately as I know what's coming next..."where is that little shit of a daughter?" Fuck I groaned inwardly, "Ana, Ana...sigh...I know you can hear me, come out here before he gets more angry...please. My mom whisper sneers at my door. I sigh and get up to open my door, mom is standing there with an irritated look on her face " this could've all been avoided" she whispered. What! Is she blaming me for his foul mood? So what's new...my subconscious states.
As I come in his line of sight, he starts with his attacks on me..."you little shit, why the fuck didn't you cook my dinner" how does he know I didn't cook? I mused I don't know maybe because Carla can't cook for shit but stop asking stupid questions and answers the damn bastard my subconscious quip. I remained silent, not knowing if to answer him or not. "Answer me you slut" he shouts...well that answers that question. I flinched and try to come up with a reasonable answer...other than I was busy with my homework..."mom said she wanted to try something new and surprise you" I whispered...well it's not totally a lie.
"What! Carla get your ass over here" mom scurries to where we are in the living room...pfft if you can even call it that with its battered sofa and worn out curtains.
"Yes Steve" she answers cautiously.
"Are you trying to fucking kill me?"
"No honey, why would you say such a thing" she smiles sweetly at him. I instantly feel sick to my stomach and fight the urge to gag...ugh.
"You know you can't cook for shit, what the fuck were you trying to do"
"I saw it in a magazine and wanted to try and surprise you Steve"
"Well don't...you know the only reason I even tolerate and keep your little slut around is so that I can have a decent meal when I get home as we both know she's not fit for anything better than that...hmm maybe lying on her back" he whispers that last bit and gets a look in his eyes that I've never seen before. That puts me on high alert and I start easing back towards my room...he looks like a predator stalking it's prey...and who the do you think the prey is huh? Get us the fuck out of here! My subconscious screams at me..." I guess I'll just have to test the merchandise to prove my point" What! My eyes widen in fear as I look to my mother to come to my defense but it never happens. She just stands there silent as ever.
..mom please say something I plead with my eyes but nothing. I sigh and release a shaky breath so this is my new hell...as I was to resign myself to my fate I heard a thundered voice say " over my dead body you will."
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AN2: So what did you guys think? Continue or no? Also I'd like to thank Greygirl1989 for encouraging me to put my idea to paper and helping me with the summary for this story. Thanks alot. Read her stories they are really amazing.
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