Life, Death, Together

Chapter 3

I ignored the pounding sensation in my head from knocking into that girl and opened the door, my eyes looking around before catching onto the one thing I wish I never saw. The one thing I just want to get rid of forever. Maybe two things.

Father and Jade standing right in the middle of the living room.

"You two better get along now." My dad pushed Jade off to my room, and I went to follow her but he grabbed my arm, pulling me in close. "I swear to god if you don't end up marrying this girl you will seriously regret every choice you have ever made." I sighed. "Yes father." He pushed me off to go to my room. I walked through the wide open door to find Jade going through my clothes.

"Can you not go through my things?" She looked up and put the trousers back. "Aw i'm sorry I figured I should get to know you more." I gave her a stern look. "Ugh fine cutie!" She smiled and laughed at me even though I didn't say anything.

"I need to use the bathroom." I got up and left my room, she was probably going through my stuff again but I don't care at this point. I did my business then just stared at myself in the mirror. I could just marry her, get a happy family, then get a divorce saying I was forced into a marriage, and take her money, but things don't work that way.

I gave a big sigh before heading back to my room. I opened the door and Jade quickly stuffed something in her pocket. I pretended not to notice and sat down next to her. The scent she gave off was disgusting, she was a goblin. "You're a goblin?" She looked at me before laughing. "I'm a fox using a goblin scent." I laughed a little. "Okay Mrs. Sly!" We laughed for a little before I got serious. 

"You can't hide the thing in your pocket." She had been messing around with the bulge in her pocket, trying to make it unnoticeable. She pulled out my undergarments. "What the hell were you going to do with those?" She blushed and looked away. What the hell is wrong with her?

"I should go." She looked back before getting up and walking out. The time we spent together went by fast but it had been around 3 hours. I got up and left my room. "Go make some steak." I nodded, "Yes, father." He was irritated but I grabbed the steak out of the fridge and headed to the back.

Cooking wasn't my favorite thing to do but it's fine. I set up the steak and grilled it, it was a little over cooked but I could care less. I went inside and grabbed a few plates before bringing the steak back and setting up the table. "Father, dinner is done." He nodded and got up before sitting right back down in his special chair.

I set out a fork and knife and he cut the steak, he took a small bite before wiping his mouth. "It's over done, cook another one." I looked at him for a moment. "But I need to eat too.." He gave me a deep stare. "You ugly bratt, toughen up." 

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I was crying in my room as my father banged on my door. "YOU UGLY BRATT, WHY DON'T YOU COME OUT HERE AND I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT PAIN IS!" I didn't cook the steak enough. I burned myself. The tears from my eye slowed as the pain from the bruised eye got worse.

"I swear to god!" He busted the door open. "Hah. You can't escape me. You're 17. You are just a lower rank dragon who can't do anything for himself. You almost died when you were one and that human beside you did die. You can't protect anybody and you definitely can't fight me."

I had seen worse things, never from my own father. He came closer, the wood on the floor creaking at each step. My dresser jiggled and he put his foot on my stomach. When I tried to get up he pushed harder, my clothes starting to rip a little. "You will pay for any damage done to you or this house." 

He put his foot up and brought it towards my neck, aiming for my chin. He cursed words I would never say, before kicking with all the force in his leg. He missed my chin and it hit the bottom of my neck, his fancy heels digging into my skin. "You are cruel." I screamed as tears flew down my cheeks. He kicked me again right in the neck. Then went up and kicked my eye that had been bruised.

"Toughen up chump, this is the real world." I looked up and he put his foot down. "This is the real world? Then what the hell will your job think when I tell them that their leader has been abusing their own child?" He laughed. "They would laugh at you and tell you you're insane."

He walked out, stepping on the door frame on the floor. The hardwood floor was all I had now. I would be in serious debt and my clothes were ripped. Did I have to have such a terrible father? When I tried to look to the side, my neck wouldn't budge.

I broke my neck.