I looked up at her, this inhumane person that people would call...,. SHE wasn't the least bit kind, no, she was a monster yelling into my face like I was just some kind of animal. A scavenger, only here to crawl and serve her every desire. Her face is red, it practically always is from yelling all the time. Hair frizzy and greased with sweat. Her bony hands frailed around, yelling into my face while speckles of hot saliva sprayed my face.
"You discusting peace of shit! You don't do anything right!"
"Discusting." Thats all I was to her, a lowsy door mat SHE used to stomp her feet on whenever they were dirty.
"look at you! your a filthy beast! I told you to bring back sugar and...what is it I see here?" she held up a small pouch. "...Salt! " she smashed the pouch into my face causing my nose to flow a hot sticky substance. It's always this way...she asks for me to bring her back something from the market...I bring it back and it's not correct, even though it was exactly what she told me to get. I dare not reach up to wipe the sticky subtance away. Why? Because I don't have her permission. I stand and i don't move a muscle because SHE's talking. Yelling.
"Your useless, why can't you be more like your HIM? But NO...YOU just wanna be bad! Your evil!" yep, she always brings him into this...my brother... sesshomaru. Though I'm not allowed to call him that though. Nope, I'm not her child...I'm just an IT. Here to serve HER family. I'm a bad boy, so I don't deserve a name.
"...Did I tell you to bleed on my floor!" well if you wouldn't have hittin me... I wouldn't be bleeding now would I! Thats what I feel like saying, but I dare not. ...SLAP!... shearing pain...she back handed me across the face.
"Scrubb it up right now!" she pushed my face to the ground. I start to scrub it up with my tattered shirt...if you could call it that.
"FASTER!" she stomps on my back. I grab my back, a surge of pain catching me off guard. UH OH...here it comes. I clench my stomach and then the floor knowin what was comming...I start couthing and then the hacking starts up. Here it comes...the bile. This time it's a maroon color.
"You discusting fuck! I didn't say you could vomit!" she pulls my head up by the hair and glares into my face, my body's limp. Nope no compasion...NOTHING, it's hard to say that I was truly her son, who came from her very own body. Her own flesh and blood. But no, I am nothing...Im an IT.