Just a tester chapter to see if people will actually read it... Enjoy!
“ANNABELLE! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE SLUT!?”
I felt a shudder run down my spine at the sound of my stepfathers’ slurred scream. Rolling my shoulders, I sat up on my bed and faced the door; I counted the seconds before it burst open.
Five…
Six…
Seven…
Eight…
Nine…
Ten-
At ten the frail wooden door was slammed open, crashing into the wall with a deafening noise.
“Where the hell is your mother?” He demanded, swaying slightly.
“I don’t know.” I said, quietly not meeting his eyes. My wolf growled at my show of submission.
He marched over to me, tripping slightly and whipped the back of his hand across my cheek. I slowly brought my head back to face him, keeping my gaze completely neutral as a warm trickle of blood made its way from here his wedding band had cut my cheek. My hands shook slightly with the effort it took to stop from shifting.
“Well, I guess you’ll just have to do for now.” He sneered sadistically, jerking my roughly by the upper arm.
I masked my fear and allowed him to haul me up from my bed. He pulled at my sweatshirt, tearing it from the collar. My eyes widened slightly as I realized his intentions.
He’d never taken things this far, only threatening and beating. I jerked my arm back, pulling out of his drunken grasp to stumble backwards, tripping onto the bed.
He reacted quickly, grabbing me by the hair. Heaving me off of the bed, he pushed me to kneel before him, smiling callously; the hand in my hair tightened as the other reached for his belt, unbuckling it and pulling down the zipper on his food stained jeans.
He grunted and pulled down his boxers slightly, pulling out his member and giving it a few strokes.
“Suck.” He ordered, pushing it near my mouth.
I immediately turned my head away as much as I could with his hand still tangled in my hair, repulsed by the foul smell emanating from him.
“Suck it, you dumb bitch.” He demanded roughly.
“Trevor?” My mothers’ hesitant voice called from the doorway.
He snarled and released my hair, turning to face my mom. “Where have you been, whore?”
“I-I went to get groceries for dinner, I was going to make-“
He cut her off, waving his hands dismissively and turned to snarl at me. “Out.”
“Darling, lets just go to our room, the bed has much more space.” My mother suggested, keeping her voice strong.
My stepdad only grunted, sparing me a final kick before stumbling out of my room.
My mother sent me an apologetic glance and I tried to smile at her though I’m sure it looked more like a grimace.
I pushed myself up from the floor and closed the door quietly, groaning as I flopped back onto the bed. I ran a hand down my face; further smearing what little makeup I wore.
I began to hear thumps and grunts from the bedroom down the hall and groaned, sitting up. I carefully picked myself up from the bed, tiptoeing to the bathroom to clean my face.
I traced the gash gracing the side of my face, surrounded by the deep red hand shaped from of an early bruise. My wolf growled at the mark, angry that we let him hurt us. I sighed and wiped away the blood with a hand towel along with the dark smudges of mascara that had been dragged down my face.
When my face was clear of any grime I took a final glance in the mirror and walked out of the small room, flicking off the light and shedding my ruined sweatshirt. I tugged my shower damp hair into a braid as I walked to my bed and sat down.
“Annie?” A small voice called from behind my bedroom door.
“Come in, sweetie.” I called softly, opening the door for my little sister.
Her eyes, already having seen too much in their fourteen years, traced over the bruise forming on my cheek. She raised her hand as if to touch it but simply let it drop after a moment’s hesitation.
“Are you okay?” She asked then shook her head. “Stupid question.”
I smiled down at her, sadly. “I’ll be fine. I was just going to bed.”
“Can I stay in here?” She asked pleadingly.
“Of course, sweetheart” I said, climbing into bed and raising the covers for her.
She immediately snuggled close to me, wrapping her arms tightly around my middle and putting pressure on the exact spot my stepfather had kicked moments before. I hissed quietly in pain and she instantly dropped her hold, apologizing softly.
I reached down and grabbed her hands, moving them slightly higher so they wouldn’t hit the bruise and let them rest, nestling into her a bit more.
“Goodnight, Annie.” She whispered.
“Goodnight, Carr.” I replied, drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
