Daughter of the Devil

Chapter 1

"Get upstairs. I don't wanna see your face for the rest of the night!" yelled Amanda, my foster mother. Her eyes were full of rage and voice was haunted with angst, and for what though? Ryan looked at her 'the wrong way'. Amanda is very problematic, she has a short temper. I don't see how she stayed married this long.

  She tossed us T.V. dinners to eat. "Eat it, or not, I don't care." She marched up the stairs, with each step she took the floor boomed beneath her. She slammed her room door and a wine glass fell off the edge of the counter behind Ryan and I. We ignored it. After microwaving the dinners, Ryan and I poked at the trays for a while. It was a meat-mush and mashed potatoes kind of night. I ate the meatloaf and threw the tray away, without finishing the potatoes, in my opinion they taste grainy. "I'm not that hungry." I muttered and walked away from the table. I slowly walked up the stairs and to my room. I closed my room door and climbed into the roof. I sat for a moment and Ryan climbed through the window and sat next to me. After a couple minutes of silence i let out a soft cry. "Why?" I asked.

"I ask myself that question all the time." He replied. "They weren't always this mean. They were never loving though."

"They're really terrible people, why us? Why anyone?" I said rubbing my arms as the wind made me chilly. My hand graced over my bruises. Some spots on my upper arm were tender still, the most recent ones. Some bruises were fading, thankfully.

A taxi pulled onto the street and in front of the house. When the car stopped, the back door opened and a man climbed out. It was Richard, he was back from his nightly bar spree. We climbed back into the window and Ryan went left my room and headed towards his room.

"What the f-" I could hear Richard say from the kitchen. "Wren and Ryan, down here now!" We slowly paced down the stairs. Richard raised his eyebrow and pointed to the pile of broken glass on the floor. "Who the fuck did this?" His voice trembled.

"It fell when mom slammed the door." Ryan said.

"Pick it up you moron!" He walked past and smacked Ryan in the back of his head. I stood in silence watching him kneel on the floor reaching for the glass shards. I was stunned. "Well don't just sit there!" Richard grabbed my arm and threw me towards the floor. I stupidly put my hands out hoping to break my fall but i fell onto the broken glass. A shard my left palm and soon blood was flowing out. It wasn't a deep cut but it still stung. Richard scoffed and stumbled his drunken body upstairs. I sat on the floor trying to pry the piece of glass out of my hand. "I got it." Ryan said, picking up the last shards. 

I got the piece of glass out with tweezers and put a band-aid on it. After that I went to sleep. My hand still stung when I was laying down on the bed. So I slept with my arm hanging off the side.