She sat on the muddy ground hanging those skinny legs with the lake water reaching up to her ankle. Slowly moving them as the cool water seeped between her toes causing ripples throughout the lake. She bent down glowering at the reflection.The girl in the reflection had fiery red hair that were reaching her waist due to the the abandonment of cutting out the split ends for too long.
Her grey almost milky eyes looked back at her with a furious glare.
A thin layer of freckles spread out on her pale cheeks on and around her slender nose.
Her full pouty lips were almost the colour of blood, a bruise on the corner of her mouth with dried blood clotted like an unpolished chunk of ruby made evident of what occured a while ago.
A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned back until her back touched the cool green grass. Looking up at the gradient sky she stared at the clouds which looked so calm almost like cotton candies, but...... She knew that's this was just a calm demeanor to cover up the storm that was was brewing up within.
"CATO!!! COME HERE RIGHT NOW!!!! AT THIS VERY SECOND!!!"
She slowly got up and brushed the dirt off her skirt and walked towards the house.
"Yes father?" She lowly responded to him after reaching the kitchen of the house, with her head down.
He was standing in front of the foyer with his back facing her, his hands were spread out on the counter as he breathed in-out deeply.
"Where. Were. You?"
She knew better than to waste energy on responding to that question.
He abruptly turned around stumbling on the process. He was drunk.
His unfocused glare gave it all away.
It's obvious where this was leading to.
She wanted to turn around an leave that place as soon as possible.
But she knew the rules.
Stay rooted in place when he was speaking.
Don't make noise when he was talking.
Last but not least.
Wait for the blow.
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Hereditary
Historical FictionA true despair when you realize that it lifts the curse only to turn into one. __________ Yara Cato Oh what despair she has been through. If only someone would've looked back. If only someone had cared. If only..... __________ Ravel though the jour...