Yani's POV
"Crap," I muttered, as I stumbled to the front of my house. Those teenagers had really taken a toll on me. "Stupid mortals" I curse under my breath. I tried to sneak in quietly into my house but I was stopped by a sharp slap to the face. Ouch. I looked up and I saw my mother and my father standing there, looking very, very angry.
"Where the hell were you, bitch?" I ducked my head.
"I'm sorry father, mother."
"I'm sorry father, mother," my father mimicked in a high voice. "Don't give me that crap," he said and slapped me again. I looked up into his eyes and he stepped back. I knew he was afraid of me but that was also the reason he hated me. Why did I have to be sent here as punishment…
"Go to your room. And don't come out. No dinner and no breakfast." I bowed quickly and limped up the stairs.
"You got into a fight? You whore! Only street beggars do that!" I kept walking up the stairs.
"I'm sorry father." I said before walking up into my room and gently closing the door. At least I saved that kitten for Mokuba. I smiled at the memory of him. Such a gentle soul. He and his brother. I could tell that Kiaba really cared for this brother. I hope nothing happened to both of them.
I sat on my bed and thought of what to do next. Maybe if I tried to heal myself this time, it would work. I took a knife from my drawer and gently cut my wrist. I sucked the blood until the flow ceased. Putting my hands on one of my bruised ribs, I tried to heal myself. A blue glow started around my hands but flickered out quickly. I sighed and put my hands down. This was another one of my punishments, the inability to heal myself. I must suffer. I curled up on the bed. Oh well, it worked last time. I guess the gods want me to suffer this time