CH19-Kari
Handing him his drink I return to the kitchen to make his lunch. I clench my teeth as I hiss under my breath. Purple bruises covered my body from head to toe, some so bad they are turning yellow. Dropping on the last slice of bread I carry it into the living room where my father sits reclined and watching TV. Shuffling to his side I set it down next to him. Yawning as I feel sleep creeping up I shake my head to push the exhaustion away. Half asleep I trip over his shoe left in the walk way and fall into the wall. All of my weight hits the wall and makes a picture fall. "Stupid girl!" finding it unharmed I re-hang it and start to back away from his upraised hand.
Not watching where I am going I focus solely on his hand and stumble into the coffee table. I throw my hands out trying to catch the porcelain angels as they fall to the floor. Wincing as they break into pieces a smack to my head catches me by surprise. "Clean this mess up you ungrateful child." Getting onto my knees I reach for a shard when a sharp kick to my side knocks the wind out of me and I fall onto the glass.
I gasp in pain as a shard buries itself in my palm and scalp. With a shaky hand I pull the shard out of my head just as huge hands grab a handful of hair. Screaming as he lifts me by my hair I feel some strands being pulled out by the roots. Blood turns my blond hair crimson and drips down my face. Leaning in close to my face he snarls, "I said clean it up." Reaching I try to pry his hands open which makes him angrier. As if I was nothing more than a rag doll he tosses me to the side and I hit the wall painfully. Slamming the door behind him he goes into his room. Weakly I clean up the broken angels and put them into the trash along with the one in my palm. Walking into my bathroom I bandage my hand to stop the bleeding. Inspecting my head I see that the bleeding has stopped. Taking off my shirt and jeans but leaving on my bra and underwear I look myself over in the mirror.
I look nothing like me. Bruises all over my arms and sides discolor my skin; dried blood streaks my face and leaves my hair a bright red. Washing my face clean I prepare to rinse my hair in the sink when he barges in. My face goes red in embarrassment as terror fills my eyes. "I thought I told you that you can't take baths!"
"I wasn't going to, I was only rinsing off in the sink." Not bothering to listen to me he grabs my hair and drags me into my room. Shoving me against the bed frame I cry out as pain goes up my spine. Locking my door he leaves me in my room shivering. Standing I look around my dreary room for a change of clothes. But with only a bed and a closet it won't take long. Checking my closet first my hope vanishes when I find it empty. My only outfit is the bathroom and they are covered in blood. Sighing I wrap myself in a blanket and lay in my bed. I'm glad no one can see me like this, I look pathetic. Curiously I gaze at my hand, what has happened to my soul reaper powers?