Concrete Angel

Red letter (2)

Quinn's POV

I wake up to the feel of sudden cold as my blanket is pulled roughly off me,  I look up at and see my mom standing over me "wake up...get up you lazy shit" she shouts kicking my side as I quickly sit up rubbing my eyes "why aren't you downstairs, don't you remember you have jobs to do before you go to school" my mum shouts as she almost stumbles over her own feet I look at the window that was barely covered by just a sheet acting as a curtain an see It was still dark.

"Come on get up" my mom shouts again grabbing me and pulling me up she shoves me towards the door as I head out my room and downstairs.

Every morning I had to make sure the house was tidy and my mom and dad had breakfast made before I could leave for school hoping I did a good job otherwise I would pay the price for it when I got home.

I looked at the kitchen seeing the trash tipped out all over the floor along with the stain from the pizza I dropped last night needing to be mopped, there was also a pile of pans and plates in the sink needing to be washed.

I make a start on collecting all the trash, standing the trashcan up that was no doubt kicked over by either my mom or dad last night mid fight.

I pull a chair over to the sink to stand on it whilst I wash the dishes I see my mum coming into the kitchen from the living room as I look over at her "can you be any louder? Some of us are trying to sleep in there" she shouts at me as I nod "sorry mommy I'll try be quieter" I whisper as I start to wash slower hoping it would be quieter.

"Should have aborted you when I got the chance" I hear my mom whisper to herself as she walks back into the living room, I don't know what that means but I'm guessing it's bad she never says nice things about me.

I soon finish the dishes and stack them all on the side knowing I'm too small to put them away. I slowly push the chair over so I can reach the toaster stopping every time it makes a noise so not to make mommy mad.

I open the cabinet with pre-made waffles inside and I place 2 inside the toaster to warm them up and make the crispier just like how my mom and dad like them. As I wait for them to heat up I look down at the packet, the smell of them causing my belly to rumble as I lick my lips, I look down the corridor to make sure no one is heading this way, before I  take a 3rd one out and quickly eat it cold. They were filled with chocolate inside that melted in my mouth.

I hear footsteps coming down the stairs meaning my dad must have now woke up and I quickly swallow the waffle almost whole, jumping a little as the waffles in the toaster pops up.

I grab two of the clean plates from the side and place the waffles on them before climbing down of the chair, my dad standing next to me as he grabs the plates, using his leg to shove me out the way as he goes to the fridge and get 2 beers out and then heads to the living room.

I watch him leave before moving the chair back to the table. I grab the mop and bucket from the corner of the kitchen it was already filled with water from yesterday and I start mopping the kitchen floor to remove the stain from the pizza.

When that's done I head to the living room and stand at the doorway watching my mom and dad eat their waffles as they sit in front of the tv. I walk further into the living room slowly and stand at the side of the sofa where my mom was sat as i tap her arm she turns to me and scowls as I look down "can I take something in for my dinner time?" I whisper

"What....i can't hear you, stop mumbling" she shouts as I look up at her "can I...I take something in f..for my di..." I go to repeat but stop when I feel her hand grab my face "what's that on your face?" She shouts scratching at the side of my mouth "is that chocolate?" She asks as I feel the side of my mouth and look back down at my hand and notice a little bit of the chocolate from the waffle.