The Abused Girl

Chapter 2

Jake on the top^^^^Carly's POV:

Dad was standing there very pissed off.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN? I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY TO WAIT FOR YOU TO COOK AND CLEAN!!"

Then I looked at the time. It showed 4:30 I should have been home an hour ago. I guess I got lost in thought and was walking slowly.

But can you blame me? I have to come home to this every day.

While I was zoned out he got in my face and slapped me.

That got me back into focus.

"So are you gonna tell me where you were? Or were you being a slut that I know you are? Oh come on, just admit it. Everyone knows what you are.. might as well face the facts."

I'm used to this so it didn't affect me anymore I just looked down. Although, I should've known that would've made him more mad.

He grabbed me by my hair and slammed my head into the wall bebind me. I fell to the floor clutching my head. While I was down he kicked me in the ribs. Punched my on the left side of my face.

Then said "After everything I do for your ungrateful ass you don't even clean up around here and make me food? And you go fucking everyone you see? Do they pay you for the shirt you do? They probably pay you to get out of their face cause of how ugly you are." His voice rang throughout the whole house. His laughter sounded like thunder.

"I'm sorry father I won't let it happen again. I will clean now and make your dinner."

He doesn't let me call him dad he gets mad every time I do that so I stuck with calling him 'sir' and 'father'

He kicks me a few more times and tells me I have until he gets back to have the house clean and his dinner on the table. Then leaves.

Probably to go to the bar and get drunk like he does every night.

I sigh and stand up with the help of the wall. I walk into the kitchen and take some pain killers then I start cleaning.

After I'm finished cleaning the living room, bathroom, kitchen, and his room.

He likes it when his bed is made and his clothes are clean.

I grab the steak and season it, then put it on the pan. I turn the stove on and start on the Mac n' cheese.

After a while it's all finished. I stand in front of the stove listening to my stomach growl.

I grab a beer from the fridge and open it, then put his food and drink on the table. Then, I notice I'm falling back on the laundry so I start on that. After an hour I finish and hear him come in the door. He sits down and starts eating. All of a sudden, he spits it out.

"Why the hell is it cold? YOU KNOW I LIKE MY DAMN FOOD WARM! What the hell Carly? All I asked for was some dinner and I come home to cold food? Really?! What the hell."

I have my mouth open to say something but nothing comes out. I try again and actual words come out.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know when you were coming home. I see I should have had it it the oven so it would stay warm. I'm sorry." I look down at my feet and play with my hands. Hoping he wouldn't get even more mad than he already is.

My head snaps to the right and I have a stinging sensation in my cheek. I look up and see his fist coming at me. It collides with my left cheek. The exact same place he hit me earlier. He ends up beating me for another 45 minutes then says to go to my room without food. I nod and run up the stairs.