Amelia pov-
It's Saturday morning, my house stinks, my house is a mess, I feel gross. As I start to stir, I stretch my arm out instantly wincing in pain pulling my limbs back closely tucked underneath my body. My eyes shoot open hearing a rummage stampeding toward my door, it swung open, I sit up to see my so called dad just staring tutting and huffing at the sight of me before stepping closer.
"Morning." I spoke timidly.
Dad: "GET UP AND GET WORKING LAZY BITCH!" His hands ripped back the covers leaving me to shiver as I watched him leave taking a left. I sigh deeply as I lift my achy body up limping to my bathroom which currently has no door because of my dad throwing parties daily and allowing people to get heavily drunk. He takes my money too.
Soon enough I had gotten dressed into the last clean pair of jeans I had whilst having to rewear the only top I had for the second week. Quickly putting away my things straightened up my bed knowing I would get in deep shit if not done and headed to the kitchen to see we had anything in, to not much of my surprise we had nothing except beers in. We didn't even have the staples. I sigh swivelling on my heals to get my chores done, I passed the couch to find a few of my 'dads' ratty mates passed out breathing heavily.
Dad: "Get back to cleaning right this second or there will be punishment!" He managed to speak through his gritted teeth which I'm sure was giving him pain. At his order I took a deep breath starting to cough at how much smoke I had inhaled within the last few minutes, I go back to the bathroom as his rough looking mate left eyeing me up and down.
Mate 1: "There ya go bitch." He spoke, a creepy smile forming over his disgusting face.
It got to around 2 when I headed to the kitchen, I started pulling things from the cupboard. We had Mac and cheese that was out of date. I held my eyes closed fighting the tears as I thought of my moms' cooking, it always smelt so good. I pull it out into a pan starting the heat, by two thirty it was ready so I swiftly placed the majority onto his plate with only a spoonful on mine before placing it in front of him. He tutted at the site. I hurried to my room pulling out my book that I'd been reading for the past week, Girl in pieces, it was good.
A/N:
This is my edited version of 'blood isn't family' from drafts I've created through out...
Short chapters always keep me gripped so they will most likely be shorter.
Lmk what you think.
I have like 3 more chaps already written up so keep an eye.
❤️ you all!
