"Annabella! Get down here now!"
Annabella jerked her eyes up from the floor, looking past the door frame. She sighed, silently stepping down to the kitchen. "What do you want. "
"Dont you give me any of that kind of lip. You know I can punish you however and whenever I like. Your mom isn't here anymore, and you know that. You saw it." Annabella cringed at that word; punish. Her eyes stayed with the wooden floor. There was silence for a moment, then a "tch" and a firm grip at her chin, forcing her eyes to rip away from the floor and look at the man, legally called her father. His eyes drove daggers into hers. Immediately she searched for anything but those daggers, her eyes locking on the empty and crushed beer cans on the kitchen counter. The grip on her chin slithered down to her neck and tightened. Annabella's hands clawed at that grip, letting out small soundless gasps. Her father's voice cut into her ears, "You look at me when I talk to you!" Helplessly, her eyes met his, those dark daggers driving in again. "Before you get home, make sure you get me more beer. If I don't see any when I get home, you know what will happen" his thumb stroked the side of her cheek. "don't you?"
"I get it now please, let me go." Annabella was stiff everywhere, fear pouring into her veins. His mouth formed into a smirk, dropping his hand to his side. "Hurry up or you'll be late for school." His voice was bitter, dripping with sarcasm. Gladly, Annabella left her personal hell hole.
