" Hey dumbass, pass the damn mashed potatoes!" An angry voice yelled for the third time.
A girl with waist length, wavy, ebony black hair and light brown/golden eyes snapped out of her thoughts and looked up at the elder yelling female that sat in front of her.
" Gomen'nasai natsumi, I didn't hear you." She said lowly to the elder female.
" Well open ya damn ears and listen next time I talk, now pass the damn mashed potatoes!"
The quiet female silently picked up the bowl of mashed potatoes in front of her and passed them to natsumi.
The elder girl snatched the bowl out of her hands and picked up a huge glob of mashed potatoes with her spoon and added it to her plate of foods.
Yelling, neglect, abuse, that's all the fourteen year old knew all her life, she's never known love, being one of five kids in the house, and the only adopted one, she's always been the target, her name you ask, its Amaya, Amaya Higurashi, fourteen year old foster child who is the target for all of her foster sibling and sometimes the target for her foster parents as well, they made it clear when they adopted her at the age of six, that they were only doing it for the checks that they received for taking her in.
" Hey! Stop fucking spacing out when I'm fucking talking to you!" Natsumi said while throwing her mashed potatoe covered spoon at amaya, mashed potatoes sticking to her face.
Amaya's eyes snapped up to natsumi's eyes.
" I apologize for not listening to you, may you please repeat what you said?"
" I fucking said you need to go out and get a damn job! Your fucking old enough to work and I'm sick and tired of you freeloading off of my parents!" Natsumi angrily yelled.
" Yes natsumi, I will look for a job tomorrow." Amaya replied back quietly. " Though I don't know if anyone will hire a fourteen year old, I have to try." Amaya thought to herself.
" yeah, you better find one." Natsumi said while getting up out of her chair. " Now clean all of this shit up, then take your ass to bed, you have school in the morning."
" Yes natsumi."
Amaya watched as natsumi made her way up the stairs, slightly relieved that she was alone now, well, she was alone, untill she felt something smack her in the back of the head. Amaya's hand flew to her head and looked down and saw a football sitting there, she heard laughter and saw two bodies running up the stairs, Amaya knew it was the mischievous twin boys that lived with her, they, for some odd reason hated Amaya, they constantly harassed her, laughing at her when they caused her harm. Amaya sighed and stood up from the table, no longer having an appetite, she began to clean the kitchen, sweeping the floors, washing dishes, taking out the trash, and finally moping the floor. Amaya looked at the ticking clock that hung on the kitchen wall and saw that the time read 11:45pm.
" I better hurry and take my bath so I can get to bed and wake up on time for school." Amaya though to herself.
She cut the kitchen lights off and made her way up the stairs, turning a corner, Amaya headed straight to her room. One plus about everyone hating her was that no one wanted to share a room with her, so she had a room all to herself.
Amaya walked over to her small closet and pulled out an oversized T-shirt that she forgot to give back to her best friend and a pair of shorts, and under garments, after finding her sleeping clothes, amaya walked out of her room and into the bathroom across the hall, making sure she locked the door behind her, amaya begin to strip off her clothes quickly and got into the shower, if anything was to relax the female, it would be a shower.
Twenty minutes later, amaya emerged from the shower, freshly washed and clean, she grabbed a towel from the closet inside of the bathroom and dried herself and her long wavy hair off with it, once she was through drying off, she put her sleeping clothes on and left the bathroom, but what she wasn't expecting was her foster father standing outside of the bathroom door, half naked and drunk beyond the limits.
Amaya bowed her head, praying he would leave her alone tonight.
" Yes father, is there anything you need?"
With her head still bowed, Amaya couldn't see the sick smirk plastered on the his face.
"Oh yes sweetheart." He said while grabbing her chin and brought her face up so she could look into his eyes. " there is something that I need."
Amaya felt her heart race, she was scared out of her mind, her foster father did this every time he got drunk, he would give her these sickening seductive looks and he would always ask her appropriate questions like " Do you have a boyfriend?" " What do you and your boyfriend do?" " Does he make you feel good?" And he would always ask them in a disgusting way.
" Kazuya, baby come on, I'm ready and waiting for you!" Amaya heard another drunk voice yell.
Kazuya rolled his drunk eyes and turned to walk away, but not before giving amaya one last seductive look.
When Amaya saw him turn the corner, she let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding, and quickly rushed to her room, locking the door behind her. She sighed, leaning against her door with her eyes closed, trying to keep the tears back, her mind began wondering what would have happened if ayumi, her foster mother hadn't called kazuya away, amaya sighed again before walking over to her bed and collapsing on it. She lied on her back, looking up at the ceiling, her mind started to wander again, wondering why she had this horrible life, wondering why her parents decided to give her up, wondering if she would be able to survive in this house until she turned eighteen and could be emancipated, her eyes grew heavy, so she got underneath her covers and lied there, staring at her wall until she fell asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED!
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