A/N: Thank-you to all those who reviewed it really meant alot to hear what you had to say :D

Warning: Abuse.

I got home late today, Cheerios practice ran long because we kept messing up the routine. When I say we, I mean me, although Brittany did end a few of her flips backwards.

A loud angry voice snaps me from my thoughts.

"What the hell kind of time is this!" yelled my father.

"Six-thirty" I quietly reply.

"Well why isn't my dinner on the table!" It was obvious that my mother had left for one of he time alone sessions and not told me.

"Not that you need dinner" he added. Whenever my mother wasn't at home it was me who had to make dinner, he couldn't just heat up leftovers or get takeout, could he. No he expects everyone to do what he wants when he wants it.

I hate him.

"You know I like my dinner at six-thirty, so where were you that was more important than here making my meal!" He just kept getting louder and louder. And I almost didn't answer.

"At a mandatory Cheerios practice"

"I don't give a crap where you were ..." he slammed his fist into the wall.

"But you asked" I replied, terrified.

"Don't you dare interupt me you little bitch!" He obviously decided that words wern't enough and slapped me.

I quickly attempted to run up the stairs.

"No shoes in the fucking house." He grabbed my leg and pulled.

I wish in moments like these that I had a mother who cared or an older sibling to save me, look after me, or if it was too late, comfort me.

But I don't.

I have a mother who disapears when things get tough. And I have a four year old brother who is currently standing on the stair railing looking down in horror.

I look at Ethan, pleading. Maybe my little brother can save me, hopefully.

"Daddy!" screechs Ethan "Don't hurt Kitty please." Basic words, that mean the world to me.

Our father had already hurt me. But at least Ethans feeble pleas had stopped him for now.

"Sorry son that you had to see that. But Kiity was misbehaving and I had to teach her a lesson." He even had the nerve to look smug, misbehaving my ass. The bastard was standing there beating me, in his shoes.

"Now Kitty go make our dinner" he added before walking back into his office.

If I had poison, I'd know what to do with it.

A/N: So thats chapter two, please tell me what you think :D