The Daughter of Kurama (Rewrite)

Chapter 1- School Days

I flinch as the sound of glass shattering pierces my ears.

Mother and Ethan were cowering in their seats, everyone looking anywhere but him.

His brown eyes were hard and cold, his face contorted in seething fury. He already had his fingers clenched around the fork, ready to throw it at a second's notice.

"What did you just say to me, you ungrateful bitch?" He says slowly.

I say nothing, staring at my bowl.

"Heh, you think you're being funny huh?" His shoulders tense.

Don't make a sound, don't even look at him. I shrink in my seat.

Suddenly a sharp whistle pierces through the air and the fork dangles deeply into the wall with a loud thud.

"Speak when I'm talking to you!" He yells.

Mother makes the mistake of letting out a noise. His neck sharply turns to her, a sick grin on his face.

"Oh, you're feeling left out?"

I close my eyes as he throws his bowl of beans to my Mother. Ethan screams.

Why can't I ever have a break?

"I want this spotless." He hisses as he storms to his room.

Amber eyes stare dully at the broken shards of glass and utensils littered on the floor.

I thought Alice got rid of all the glass and ceramic stuff in the kitchen. I frown as I stare at the glass.

Sighing I go get a broom scooper as I carefully pick up the glass.

Mother lets out a soft groan as she slowly gets up from the floor.

Ethan is slowly picking at the sloppy bean soup, taking small sips, his appetite clearly gone from the spectacle earlier.

I pause at my cleaning as I stare at her. Our gazes meet for a brief moment before she quickly looks away.

She grabs Ethan by the arm, the chair making a loud noise as she forcefully drags him away from me.

I lower my head as I turn away, softly biting the inside of my cheek as I go back to cleaning the mess.

A dull ache fills my chest as I silently berate myself.

Stupid, you know she isn't going to care about you. Why do you keep hoping?

After placing the huge pieces of glass, I sweep the area with the broom. Trying to get as many as the shards as possible.

I leave the scooper at the edge of the wall as I pick up the thrown cups and utensils from the floor and dump them in the sink.

I silently place the chairs back in place, frowning at spilled beans on the floor. I grit my teeth.

Freaking bastard. He knows we don't have much money to spare. But what does he do? Throws it around because he's having a tantrum.

What is he two?

I let out a huff as I try to clean the spills the best I can.

My mind wanders for a while.

Seriously how the heck did Mother get fooled by a two-faced shit like him?

My eyes narrow.

I guess that's what she gets for moving on from Dad so quickly. Still...

I start to scrub at the floor harder.