One year later
I awoke to the annoying sound that was my alarm clock. I groaned and scrambled out of bed before my father could wake up. In my haste, I landed on the floor with a loud thump. I realized my mistake and quickly got up from the ground.
"What'd you break now, you cheeky bitch?" my father yelled at me from his room.
I cringed and backed up to my window. There were footsteps and then my father was in my room, looking angrier than ever. His eyes were red and puffy and his mouth was set into a deep scowl, as usual.
"I asked you a question," he said gruffly, coming closer to me. I smelled the alcohol emitting off of him and backed away even more.
"N-nothing. I-I didn't break anything," I said in a shaky voice, my legs trembling and threatening to give way.
He came closer and grabbed the front of my shirt, ripping it slightly in the process. I cringed and he laughed cruelly.
"Where's my breakfast? You were supposed to have it ready by now," he growled in my ear, his hand trailing along the length of my arm.
"B-but I-I just woke up," I stuttered, shrugging away from his touch.
He grabbed my neck in his iron grip and roughly pushed me up against the wall so that my feet were dangling off the ground. I scratched and clawed at his hands but I just couldn't free my neck. He was too strong.
Oh great. This is just how I wanted to start my day off : getting strangled by my dad and then going off to school, I thought sarcastically.
"Now you listen here, you ugly piece of shit, you will have my breakfast ready by the time I'm ready for work, capisce?" he said, tightening his grip on my neck. I felt my face turn red and my eyes rolled back.
I don't know how but I managed to gasp, "Capisce ," which meant that I would obey his to demand.
"Good," he said, before letting go of my neck. I collapsed onto the floor and my eyes rolled back into place as I gasped rapidly, clutching my now swollen neck.
He cackled and kicked me in my stomach repeatedly until I started to scream uncontrollably. Ugh. How I loathed my pathetic life.