I'll look after you *Remus lupin comfort fic

trapped

As soon as i heard the stomping feet of my step father advancing towards me when i first walked through the door, i ran upstairs with my belongings, burst through my bedroom door and begun to pack my things way. 

The stomping got louder as he started to come up the stairs and he slammed my door open. 

"GIRL WHEN I CALL YOUR NAME, YOU ANWSER ME" his voice bellowed through the house and i cowered against the wall right at the other side of my room. 

He walked closely towards me and grabbed my wrist, pushing me down to the floor. 

He held my wrist so hard it left a red mark and he stood up, towering over me while i pressed my body against the floor, trying to put as much distance between me and him as possible. 

He began to kick me in my stomach, over and over again. 

He did it so much that i became numb to the pain. 

I don't even know when he stopped and left the room, i was just lying numbly on the floor. 

After a while of just lying there i scarcely moved, the pain from my injuries shooting all through my body. 

I pushed myself off the floor, wincing every so often and sat on the edge of the bed. 

I knew that if i left my things unpacked I'd just get another beating so  i put away the rest of my things, hiding my most precious belongs (like my books and blades as well as fags and weed) under my bed where no one could find them and then i changed into something more comfortable and lightly stepped into the bathroom next to my bedroom, trying not to make even the slightest noise. 

I lifted up my shirt to view my stomach in the mirror, all covered in black and blue bruising.  

I grimaced at the sight and pulled my shirt back down, walking back into my bedroom, shoving a hoodie on over my scared arms and started to walk down the stairs. 

As i walked down the stairs, i attempted to avoid any bits on the stairs that i know from experience make a noise when stood on.   

When i got downstairs, i quietly emerged into the living room where my so-called mother was sitting on the couch, drink in hand, slouched and smoking, the cigarette loosely sat in between her fingers and the TV blaring.

My step-father cleared his throat as soon as he saw me and when i glanced in his direction he forcefully waved me over to where he was standing in the kitchen. 

"listen to me you ungrateful cow" he started, his breath hitting me with only the smell of booze, "I wanted you home over Christmas so you can do what you were born for and clean, so this is how its going to go, you will do all chores asked of you, straight away, no complains, and maybe just maybe you will be fed your one meal a day.. however, if you disobey any of these rules, you will go hungry"

its a good job i don't mind not eating, i may as well get something out of it, plus i clearly deserve the beatings i get. 

"you got it." he said sternly and i rolled my eyes in response. 

He slapped me hard against the cheek, causing my face to turn facing my mother.

 she didn't even flinch, eye still fixated on the TV, taking a sip from her drink. 

"right" he said, raising his voice and pointing an accusing finger in my face, "if that's how your going to play this, we'll do it that way, no food for 2 days, now go and wash those dishes.. no gloves" 

I turned to look at the piles and piles of dishes left next to the sink, its like they left everything for me to do as soon as i was on break, which honestly wouldn't surprise me.