The littlest Caniff

Chapter 1

TYLIN!!! Mark screeched at the top of his lungs.
Mark is my foster dad, he works a lot but whenever he gets the chance to be home he makes my life a living hell.

I quickly ran down the stairs and into the kitchen to where he was standing while crossing his arms in anger.

He has short dirty blonde hair with brown eyes and he always wears a suit and tie for his job.

What is This!? He hissed while pointing to the sink full of dirty dishes.

" The dishes? "
You were supposed to clean them!!!!
" No, Kirsten was. I cleaned them yesterday "

( Kirsten is one of my foster siblings, she is my age. )

Well that's not what Kirsten told me! She told me you did nothing yesterday.
" I cleaned every bathroom in this whole house and the bedrooms and the dishes!!! I'm done. "

What did you say?
" I said I'm done, I did what I had to do. "

He slapped me right across the face as hard as he could, I fell to the floor in pain.
When I say your done, your done. He growled.

He walked out the door to go to work and slammed the door shut behind him.

Two minuets later I finally got off the floor and slowly walked to the bathroom with my hand covering my cheek,
I turned on the light and looked in the mirror.

My right cheek was deep red.
I heard footsteps behind me, Kirsten walked into the bathroom.

What happened to your face?
" Mark " I scoffed.
It's not his fault you didn't do the dishes.
I turned around to face her.

" It was your day! You already knew that! Why did you tell him I did nothing yesterday?! "

Because I didn't want to get in trouble.
" Well now I'm in trouble "
She put her hand on my shoulder,
That sounds like a personal problem to me.

She put her hand down and started walking to her room.

That's the usual Kirsten. She's always rude and self-centered. She's Marks favorite cause he's practically raised her since she was a baby.

She has black straight hair and green eyes, I think she's Hispanic by her skin tone.

I quickly opened up the cabinet and grabbed out my foundation. I brushed it around my red cheek till it turned to my own color again. Taylor can not see this, he will freak out on Mark and they will end up fighting again.

I put it away and started walking back to the kitchen to do the damn dishes.

I scrubbed and rinsed them and set them in the dishwasher. I started the dishwasher and cleaned off the table.

" Kirsten !! " I shouted.
What?? She shouted back.
" Come get your shit I'm cleaning the table off "

She stomped downstairs and started picking up her headphones, her book ( Tfios ) , and her wallet.

She opened up her wallet and her eyes widened.

Where did my money go!? She snapped.
" I don't know?! " I said confused.. I didn't even know she had money.

You stole it didn't you?!? She almost yelled.
" What!? Never! " I quickly said,

The front door opened.
Your a liar! She hissed.
" No I'm not! " I hissed back.

Taylor walked into the room.
What's going on? He asked confused.

Your sister stole my money!
" No I didn't! " tears started coming to my eyes.

Look Kirsten, I know you two don't get along. But Tylin would never steal anything.

She rolled her eyes.
I'm telling Mark about this when he gets home.
Okay cool, why would we care? Taylor asked her.

Maybe he will smack her again! She said.
He gave her a look.
Who got smacked?

Tylin.
My heart sank to my stomach.
He turned to face me.
He hit you???
" ... Yes " I said quietly.

Where?
" My face "
You can't see it cause she put on foundation. She blurted to him.

He licked a piece of his thumb and wiped it on my cheek.
A little circle of foundation disappeared and my red cheek started showing again.

Who did this!??! He asked loudly.
" M-Mark "
He started tightening his fists and clenching his jaw.

He's gonna fucking see what I do to him when he gets home. He snapped.

" Taylor please don't " I begged.
No Tylin! He's gonna regret what he did.