I sat alone in my room. I was on my phone with the fluffy phonecase.
I scrolled through Pinterest, looking for some images of cats to go on my wallpaper that looked fine.
I heard a knock on my door. "Millie, get out of your room". My father calls. "No" I yell back.
He breaks the lock off my door and yells at me for not opening the door.
"Millie, I cannot believe you didn't listen right away. No phone for a week." I hear him mutter "what a bitch" under his breath. I'm frightened at his words.
I give him my phone and he slams my door shut. I check my closet and see my mask and tail. I put them on and enter a new world. A better world. No more yelling.
Everything is better as a cat. My father can't know I'm a therian. He would actually kill me, I'm afraid. My mother knows, but she left me when my parents divorced.
I'm not allowed to see her. It scares me, especially since I preferred my mother, over having this abusive hag of a father.
I hope that if I do tell him I'm a therian, he gets scared so I can rip his ugly face off.
I decide to try quadrobics.
