AN/ This is my very first story EVER so i expect flames but all of your ideas and coments are SOOO welcome! And im sorry that this first chapter is so short and has so little detail about the charecter but all of this will be in the next chapter. i also plan to put at least one chapter a week on here and it will probably be on saturdays just to let you all know. So i hope you enjoy! (ps vampires soon!)
Bleeding Love
Chapter:1 Pain
I sat down and waited. I waited for my dad to get home to punish me. I did something wrong and he will punish me. But I don't know what I've done yet.
This morning I woke him up when the stairs creaked as I walked down them. Last night dinner was cold when I just took it off the stove. So after I finished my homework I sat on the couch and began to wait. My dad will be here soon and then he will hit me maybe more.
My phone went off and I looked at the caller ID. Mike Blackwell my loving father was calling me. "Yes master? What can I do for you master?"
"You little bitch! You answer with a simple master and that's it!" He was drunk again. I could tell by the slur in his voice and could practically smell the cheap beer through the phone. "You are gonna hurt tonight! You are just like your mother! Incapable of anything."
"I'm sorry master. It won't happen again master. Punish me more master." I hated this begging to be used but I deserved it.
"Just make me some dinner and have it ready when I get home. Maybe I'll go easy on you tonight if you do a good job eh? Maybe I'll let you enjoy it."
This sent a shiver through my spine. I didn't want to feel anything. "Of course master. Please let me enjoy it sir."
"Rachel! It's master not sir! You stupid whore." And with that he hung up on me.
I jumped up as fast as I could and went to make some soup and grilled cheese. When I looked in the fridge I saw a shortage of food but enough beer to last a life time. Or a week in this house... I take a deep breath and started the grilled cheese. I secretly made one for me and ran upstairs to hide it in case he didn't feed me tonight.
When I finished with the food I set it out in the dining room on the old oak table. It had chips and dents from my head being thrown against it so many times. When I set the plate down my hand brushed the polished wood and instantly I was hit by a flood of memories.
Ever since I was around three whenever I touched something memories associated with it would play through my mind. They weren't always my memories either. Now I'm 17 and I have better control of my curse. Now I can stop it and continue to move and talk to people when it happens.
The memory that hit me this time was of a few nights ago. My dad had taken me on this table and all he was thinking about was my mom. How she just sat and stared now. Her body and mind cold, unmoving. And it is my fault and I did that to her.
I broke off the memory as soon as my dad walked in slamming the door behind him. I heard the heavy clump of his drunken footsteps in the hall. He was walking towards the dining room to eat his food or to punish me.
I heard him grumble something along the lines of damn bitch and he pushed me to the ground and out of his way. My weak, frail arms broke my fall and almost broke themselves in the process. I tried to crawl further out if his way but he thought I was trying to run and began kicking my ribs. I stopped moving and instinctively curled around myself. When he finally stopped he told me to go to my room and wait for him there. I waited for only one short hour before he came up to me.
"You deserve this and you are mine to do what I want with. Now lay down on your back!" he was undoing his pants and pushing them down as I laid back. I knew what was coming and fought back the tears that were threatening to come out. He knelt over me and slid my skirt up higher, and higher. He then did what he wanted while I tried to stay as quite as possible. My screams never helped and the neighbors were too far away to hear me. So I stayed quiet and when he was done a cried myself to sleep.
