"You're so much like your pitiful mother! You can't even stand and fight back! You're worthless! Hahahaha!" Father laughs cruelly.
"Dad, please stop!" I wail.
Smack! Father slaps me across my face. Blood trickles down my cheek from a cut that his claws made. I whimper, pressing my paw to my burning cheek. "How'd you like that, you spineless fool! You're just a coward! Grovel before me, useless worm!" Father sneers as he kicks me to the floor.
I press myself as close to the floor as I can get, hoping that I may be able to diffuse his rage. "Dad, I…I promise…I'll do whatever you say…just please…please stop…" I whimper, sniffling through the tears that have begun to fall.
"No, I won't stop! You don't even deserve to live! Why I even kept you around after your mother died is beyond me! You will continue to suffer by my paws! Just give in! Make it easier on yourself!" Father snarls. He continues to beat me for another hour at least.
When that hour is up, he leaves me laying in a pool of my own blood. Where he went is unknown to me. All I can do there is cry my eyes out until there are no more tears left to cry. I then stumble to my paws and make my way towards my room. I've decided. I have had enough of the abuse!
My name is Icea. I am the oldest daughter of Raskin. He has dark brown fur with a white underbelly. His eyes are a piercing blue. I have two younger brothers and a younger sister. My oldest younger sibling, Solifer, inherited dad's fur and eyes. Same with my youngest sibling, Kaiden. Rose inherited mom's fur and eyes, much like me. Our mother, Sapphire, is dead. She disappeared a long time ago during the night. When we woke up the next day, father told us that she was dead. Things have never been the same since.
I have a secret that I've had to endure up to now. Father beats me. That is because I am the oldest one of us that resembles mom. I have her light brown fur and blue eyes. My face is also quite identical. Mom, I remember, had a narrow face. Mine is just as narrow. Dad can't stand to look at me. The worse of it is that he gets drunk a lot. That makes each beating even more painful. I stood up to him only once, when I was younger. It nearly cost me my life, as he nearly beat me to death. I know that I was in a coma for a week, though because of the severity of my injuries, my memory is a bit hazy. So now, I am forced to put up with the pain. That is the only way to avoid death.
Tonight, however, things are about to change. At this current moment, I'm sitting alone in my room. I have just written the note that shall be my new beginning. I've decided to run away. I know I'll be leaving my siblings behind, but I'd be dragging them to danger if they came along. I want nothing more than to keep them safe. The note is mostly so that they don't worry about me. I know that father wouldn't care enough about me. He'd only be angry about losing a valuable punching bag.
I fold the note and place it carefully on my pillow. I sneak into the kitchen and steal some food. I slip out through my window and disappear in the late night shadows.