Y/N Olaf.... Or so I thought (DISCONTINUED) (ADOPTED)

Chapter 1

Well I am to just sit here in my attic room on my old rusty bed, my room is an attic with mold and rust everywhere also ripped curtains, the best part is the rusty old bed! *sarcasm* I sit and do nothing as father is downstairs with his theater troupe, if you could call it that. There are also no books in the house, the one thing that I love is not allowed, yes my father has burned all my books even if they were from the library, or if they were mine that I bought, he didn't care he just took them if he saw one and threw it in the fire place, so all my joy is gone. You may think I am over reacting when I say my joy is gone but this house if so dim and dirty that even a rat wouldn't live here, so no when I say my joy is gone, I mean it and nothing can bring it back. This house is the dirtiest place ever and I have to clean this dump till it shines like the top of the Chrysler building! I have never seen it but I know it is VERY clean and shiny. My father won't help with the cleaning or cooking and never does, never has, not even when my mother was here....I don't know much about her now that I think about it, father really never talks about except for when I ask and he just say something like "She died of cancer." Or "She was hit by a car" but never the truth, never. I only saw her in photos never in real life, father always said she died an hour after I was born. I wonder wh-

"Y/N get up!" Father yells as I jolt up from my bed and sit there like I saw a ghost, I was really shocked by the sudden noise and the fact that I was thinking! If you know me you NEVER interrupt me when I am thinking!

"Yes father?" I ask as I stand to collect myself and put my hair up as I know I have chores to do.

"I need you to clean this place, all of it, we have some guests coming!" Father says as if cleaning would do anything for this dump.

"How long do I have?" I say between gritted teeth resisting the urge to just say "Cleaning won't help this place it's always filthy!" But I don't because if you look at any part of my body, you could see what happens if you talk back or disobey him.

"1 hour!" Father says and tosses a list at me smiling knowing it takes me way longer to clean then 1 hour.

"1 hour, it takes me at least 2 hours to clean the kitchen and front room, let alone the whole house and if the guests are you theater troupe then they won't care if the house is a mess!" I snap not being able to take it! He just doesn't care, he doesn't treat me like a father should treat his daughter! He treats me like a slave and I feel like one! Fathers should love there daughters not make them clean the whole house in 1 hour! But that was the wrong move.

"YOU WILL FIGURE IT OUT!" He shouts and slaps me, I don't flinch though knowing he'll think that I don't care! But I was wrong again! (You would never guess if I didn't tell you!)

"You think your strong eh?" He says lifting his one eyebrow and slaps me harder, this time I fall to the ground with angry tears in my eyes and holding my cheek where he struck, I take my hand away for a second to see what was on my hand and I stare in horror there in my hand lies blood, I never thought I would bleed from a slap but I was wrong because there was blood from a slap.

"Fine." I say and rush past him holding my cheek and go to the kitchen to start cleaning.
"Stupid stupid me why did I do that! It's obvious he would slap me!" I curse at myself as I clean the dump of a kitchen. You want to think it's just a small mess like a couple dishes but no. It's piles of weeks worth of dishes and A-LOT of dust and dirt and crumbs. About 20 minutes into the cleaning process father comes in.

"Now you have only 20 more minutes to clean, and as a reminder you have to clean the whole house..... except my tower room which you are forbidden to go into!" He says and I stand there and think how on earth I am going to clean this whole house in 20 minutes?!? Though I don't mind a bit that I'm not allowed in his tower room, it's probably 10x worse then this so I'm glad I don't go in there and have to clean it, but I am not glad I only have the kitchen done out of the whole house to do in the next 20 minutes which is plenty of time to clean the whole entire house! *sarcasm*
I continue to clean and wonder who the visitors are and why on earth they would come here, to this dump, I mean this place is the worst, no one wants to live here....except father.

I also think of how my life has been worse the past couple of weeks and how my cuts, bruises, and scars have gotten worse including one of my most recent ones on my arm....I keep my mind off it and just clean. The cleaning goes good I guess I get the kitchen, living room, and front hall done! I am proud that I a have done that much in so little time, but my joy ends when I remember that the whole house has to be cleaned not just 3 rooms.