A sign that I have returned. A new chapter, yay!
~Hurt~
The sight beyond the door was horrifying.
A man who Namine guessed was Ventus' father had him pinned to the wall, hand around his neck.
"Where's my breakfast, Ven? I thought I told you wanted eggs." With every word, his hand went tighter around his neck.
Through his blurry sight, he saw Namine standing at the door. He wanted to tell her to hide, to be quiet, but he couldn't breathe, much less talk.
"Stop, please!" Namine yelled, gaining the man's attention. He let go of Ventus, who crumpled onto the floor.
"And who might you be, little bitch?" He snarled, but Namine wasn't focused. Her mind was on Ventus.
He's hurt. I have to help him!
With one hand, the man lifted her. "I asked you something, girl! Who the fuck are you?"
"Dad, wait! I brought her. Her name's Namine-" Ventus croaked.
Seifer turned and slapped him across the face. Then he turned to face Namine, who's petite frame was shaking with fear.
"So, Namine, was it? Can you cook for me? Make yourself useful?" Namine was shocked. He seemed like an entirely different person. So, out of sheer fear, she nodded.
She followed Seifer down the stairs, and she stole a glance at Ventus, who was unconscious.
He's hurt badly, I'll bring him something as soon as I'm done. What kind of father hurts his son to the extent of knocking the consciousness out of him?
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~OmegaStarShooter14~
