Broken (Book 3/3)

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Flare POV

I sneak into the house after school. I don't want to wake him up if I can help it.

I silently and quickly make his meal and leave it on the side with a bottle of beer. I dart upstairs and close my bedroom door. I lean against it and breath a sigh of relief.

"FLARE!" Oh shit. Too soon. I jinxed myself. "DON'T MAKE ME CALL YOU AGAIN!" I quickly open my door and dart downstairs.

I stand at the bottom of the stairs with my eyes fixated on my shoes.

"What is this?" I don't look up.

Slap!

"I said what is it?" I look up and see his food on its plate.

"Y-Y-Your dinner." I whisper quietly.

"What is it missing?" Oh fuck nuggets. Of course. I  quickly rush to the fridge and pull out the tomato sauce. I put it on the side and step back.

"Don't fuck up again. Bitch." He spits the last word and grabs my hair. Throwing me at the stairs. My forehead smacks onto the steps and I feel the warm liquid trickle down my forehead.

"Get out of my sight!" He roars. I quickly scramble up the stairs and run into the bathroom. I wash my forehead and cover the cut as best as I can with my hair.

Alright. Let me introduce myself. I'm Flare Young. I'm short. 5 foot 1 inches. I have caramel hair with ice blue eyes. I get my eyes from my father. The rest is from my mother. Probably why he hates me so much. Freckles scatter across my face. I'm extremely skinny from not eating and I have scars all over my body. I think you can guess where from.

My mother died of cancer 5 years ago. On my birthday. I know. Great way to spend your birthday. September 1st. That's my birthday.

I have no siblings. I'm not very talkative for obvious reasons and I don't have any friends. Mainly because he won't let me. I don't leave the house apart from school and I listen to music all the time.

Music is my sanctuary. Nothing else helps me. I don't cry. I haven't cried since my mothers funeral. That's when things got bad for me.

My father went out and got drunk all the time. It started off with just the verbal abuse. Then after a year is when he first his me.

It's winter now and today was my last day of school before the winter break. Great. I hate winter because he doesn't work and I'm not at school. To be honest. I hate all time off school. School is my safety from him.

It is November 17th and its starting to hit the below freezing temperatures. I live in Canada you see. It always gets cold here.

"FLARE!" I walk out my room and go downstairs again.

"Clean this up." He says and motions to his empty plate and beer bottle. I quickly wash and dry everything up and go to head upstairs but he grabs my arm.

"Not so fast. I have a few work colleagues coming over. I want you to meet them. Happy smiles." He says and pushes me to the floor.

I try and scramble up but he just pushes me down with his foot.

"Stay down." He says and I stop moving. I have a bad feeling about this. There's a knock on the door and I flinch instinctively at the sound.

"Hello. Hello. Come in. Come in." My father says cheerily. I could tell it was forced though.

"Yeah. Right through there." I hear my father say. I hear a few deep chuckles and tense up drastically.

"Do what ever you please. I don't give a flying fuck about her." My father says and walks upstairs to his room.