You woke up gasping for air, and coughing alot.
Sweat trickled down your face.
You looked around... were in a hospital room.
The room was all white and full of machines.
Your left arm was full of tubes and neddles.
You had on an oxygen mask.
"W-what happened?"
Just then your father walked into the room.
You shrunked in your bed, swallowing a ball of saliva.
"D-dad."
He had a pist face.
"You stupid! stupid! Girl! Your much more trouble then your worth! Now whi's gonna pay for this damm hospital bill!! Huh!?"
"I'm s-sorry... "
"Well sorry isn't enough! You will never be enough!"
He walked out slamming the door.
You clingged to the hospital sheets.
Tears streamed down your cheeks.
"...your right..."
(A/n:just to clarify you guys! You are in your shophmore year of high school which is your second year! So you guys are around 15 or 16)
~4 years later~
You are now 19 years old, after the inccident you were diagnoust with asma. An illness that was all thanks to Mike.
Aswell your dad transfered you to a new school, well after another beating from him.
You never saw Mike again or wish too. But you still lived a hell with your father.
And still do.
Right now your scrubbing the floorls of your house.
Your dad was at work.
You scrubbed and scrubbed leaving the floors clean and shiny.
Your next task was dinner, since your dad would get home and demand for food.
You started to make lasaña.
As it was cooking you sighed and leaned against the wall.
You stared at your arms, your eyes watered.
"There just battle scars."
The door then swinngged open.
You jumpped in fear.
You ran to see who it was.
It was your dad.
He groweld as he saw you.
"Is my food done yet!"
You trembeled.
"A-almost done, j-just a second."
"God fucking dammit! You can't even do that!?"
He stompped up his room.
You held back your tears and walked back in the kitchen.
~Small timeskip~
Later that evening you sat infront of your father eating silently. He read the newspaper and ate too.
He put down the newspaper and narrowed his eyes on you.
"Listene up!"
You looked up at him with fear.
"I'm tired of working all the time just to raise your ass! So guess what. Your gonna go out and get a job. Early in the morning tomorrow. Understood?"
You quickly nodded your head.
"Wow look at you, you finally understand something."
Your father stood up and threw the newspaper at you.
"Get to it."
He walked up to his room.
You sighed and graved the dishes. You took them to.the sink and washed them.
After drying your hands you sat down to look at the job section. There weren't many jobs.
"table dance, No.
Plumer, No
Electrician, No."
You sighed in fustration.
You kept looking at the paper and noticed a wanted add for Freddy Fazzbears pizzeria.
Nightguard... 120$ a week.
You smiled and nodded.
"Yes."
