OMGS! I am SO sorry! I haven't updated in over two months! I just didn't have the inspiration for it and when I tried to write it wouldn't come out just right. But all of a sudden it hit me and I wrote this. Granted it probably sucks, but it's still a chapter! I plan on updating soon!

Now I remember why I hated my father. He has one hell of a temper, and his fists feel like boulders. I groaned silently as I patched up the last of my cuts and made my way back into my room. Lying down, I reached for my iPod and let myself drift along with the music. Letting it take me to a hopefully better place than right now, my bruised and cut body relaxing slightly as I fell asleep.

-Earlier that day-

After I followed my dad inside the house I immediately began my chores. Vacuuming and dusting so fast I think I broke several world records. Surprisingly the huge list only took a little more than an hour to complete, and my dad had left to a bar or something awhile ago. And while I was settling into the couch to start my homework, the door bell rang. It turns out that lady with the brown hair is Tera, my dad's other wife.

Well, ex-wife. After having two kids and moving here she saw my dad for almost what he is; but it was enough for her. She got the divorce, but she didn't win custody over their kids. She has visiting rights though. Basically she sees them every other weekend; I asked why she called him 'Honey' still, if they are divorced, and she says it's just out of habit.

She wasn't surprised to find out I knew nothing about them. So, while she made tea and I made sandwiches, she told me about her kids. The boy's name is Haru, and the little girl's name is Hana. It turns out I was right, Haru is ten, and Hana is four. Haru is a quiet kid, who reads a lot and spends most of his time outside. He gets amazing grades and plays baseball, which would explain why he wasn't at home when I got here. Hana is pretty much the opposite of her brother; she is a very talkative, very loud, and very enthusiastic kid. She collects unicorns (I so saw that one coming) and is part of the after school program/ daycare center, and then spends most of the day at a friend's house.

She got all excited and sparkly eyed when she talked about her kids. This is how parents should be, I thought; happy and excited about their children. She startled babbling about other things, odds and ends of things that happened throughout the week, and I knew at once that I liked to hear her talk. It was nice, comforting even, and I just sat there, putting in a word every once and a while. I learned she had two cats, Loli (Hana named that one, she said) and Patches, she lived a little ways into town, and she worked in one of the few business corps in Destiny Islands. She was about to go into detail about her job when the door burst open and my dad stumbled in. When he saw us sitting at the table I could have sworn I saw a vein twitch in his forehead.

"Tera, what are you doing in my house?" unfazed she opened her mouth to retort, and I saw the wide variety of danger that would have caused, and jumped in before she got us both beaten.

"Tera, was just bringing over lunch, we talked for a bit about the new business deal she's making. Uhm, Tera it was nice meeting you, but it's late and I have school tomorrow." Officially, I told myself. That's the only way to handle these things smoothly. She shot me a look, and looked bout ready to say something, but she just shook her head and left. And the second the door closed, I found myself on the floor, my side being kicked to a painfully numb state. He was yelling things I couldn't hear, the kick that landed in my chest knocking the air out of me, and making my ears ring. I got up trying to stagger my way out, when he grabbed me and threw me into a table, knocking over a vase and shattering it. He kicked me where the damn sun don't freaking shine, and with a pained gasp I fell. Hard.

I could barely feel anything as the glass shards bit into my skin, spilling blood all over the floor.

"Clean up that damn mess you made and go up to your room. You make me sick." And with that said he stalked out and into the garage. Shaking and feeling those cuts and bruises now, I slowly got up and started to clean the floor. I could barely breathe, and when I was done I threw everything away and walked slowly up to my room; where I started to treat my wounds. I took off my shirt to reveal black and blue bruising all along my side, which probably meant I had a few broken ribs. I took out a first aid kit that I had left in the duffel, set it on the dresser, and went to work on getting the shards out of my body. It took me awhile before I could even begin to bandage myself, but when that ordeal was over I sighed and winced at the pain. I cursed silently as I cleaned up. He wasn't going to get to me; I promised myself on the plane ride over here. I was not going to let him win. At any cost.

Ugh! This is probably like the worst chapter in the history of chapters! T-T but I really wanted to update, and this kinda looks as best as it's gonna get *sigh* R&R? cheer up a sad author? Cause remember!:

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