Claire || h.s || Complete

Chapter 2 {Not Edited}

Claire's POV~

"Get up!" Someone yelled, I jolted up and looked around. I was still in the basement, I looked up to see my father standing there.

I hurried to my feet and looked down at the floor.

"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked, I nodded.

"Good. Now, next time you'll think twice before being a lazy ass" He said and walked out the door, I followed behind.

"Start cleaning, once it's 8 o'clock I expect you to be dressed and ready in the foyer" He ordered, I nodded and walked upstairs to my room.

I walked over to my dresser and picked out a flowy, see through, sleeveless, collared, black shirt that had golden studs on the shoulder, white leggings that had golden studs on the sides, and my undergarments.

I walked into the bathroom and set my clothes onto the counter. I peeled off my clothes and stared at my reflection.

I have loose curly brown hair, green eyes, a few freckles spotted on my nose and cheeks. Not to many just a few. I have plump pink lips. A clean white row of teeth. Dimples.

What does my father not like about me? Is it my voice? I doubt he knows what my voice sound like I rarely talk to him.

I set my hand over my stomach, I wasn't fat. I wasn't super skinny either. I say I looked just right. So he couldn't hate my features, right?

I sighed and stripped off of my undergarments and hopped into the shower and took a quick shower. Once I finished I slipped into my clothes.

I grabbed my secret make up bag and took out the foundation and applied a bit over a bruise and a few pimples. I took some powder and did all that. I added a dab of concealer. Then I just put on some very light eye liner and mascara. My father wouldn't allow me to have make up so I just hid some. I applied some chap stick and I was done.

I brushed through my curly hair and took a butterfly clip and clipped a few strands back but let my bangs stay out. I took my perfume and spritzed it in the air and walked through it. I  put everything away and exited the bathroom.

I opened up my curtains and let the sun light seek through out my bedroom. I walked over to my vanity and put on my earing and smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I believe I am beautiful, I don't think i'm ugly but I don't think i'm gorgeous either.

But I am beautiful, my mother was a model and my father was a famous singer. Well, that's what Madam Lilith told me. She's worked for my father and mother for years. She told me when my mother died giving birth to me my father was devastated and wouldn't eat or talk for weeks.

I walked over to my closet and put on my all black vans and exited the bedroom. I walked down the stairs quietly trying not to make much noise. But that failed, just like I said I am clumsy so of course I fell on the last step.

I started laughing at how clumsy I always am. This is what happens when I always get hurt by an accident, I start laughing at myself for being such an idiot.

"Claire? Is that you dear? I heard a crash are you okay?" Madam Lilith called

"Yes, Madam Lilith. That was me, I slipped down the stairs, but i'm okay" I giggled, I heard her laugh too. I stood up and fixed myself and walked into the foyer where my father was sitting watching T.V. I kept my head down and walked into the kitchen where Madam Lilith was cooking.

"Why is he here? He is holding a party, isn't he suppose to be busy like usual?" I whispered to Madam Lilith and took out a bowl from the cupboard

"I don't know, maybe he's done all his work" She mumbled back to me, I nodded and made myself a quick bowl of oat meal. I grabbed my bowl and glass of milk and walked to the table and set my food down.

I ate and watched the T.V. Football. My father's watching so of course it's football. I finished up my oatmeal and milk. I grabbed my dishes and walked into the kitchen and cleaned them up and exited the bathroom.

Time to start cleaning. I walked over to the hall and opened up the closet door and took out some cleaning equipment. I started to clean around the hallways until I reached the foyer where my father was asleep on the couch.

I need to vacuum. I'm gonna wake him up and he's most likely going to hit me or yell at me. I let out a sigh. Should I wake him?

I quietly tip toed over to him. I sucked in my breath and tapped him on the shoulder and scurried back and looked down. I didn't here anything but snores, I looked back up to see him still sleeping.

I bit my lip and tapped him once again. He didn't move. Gosh, what am I going to do! It's already like twelve thirty and I need to start cleaning soon. I sighed, i'm just going to have to risk it.

I'll start with just dusting around, he'll most likely wake  up by the time i'm done with that. I started dusting around the T.V and the mantel. I looked behind me, still not awake. I started to dust around the table and then an idea popped into my head. I'm most likely going to get yelled at after this but oh well. I'll at least get a laugh out of it first.

I took the duster and leaned over my fathers face. I took the duster and hovered it right above his face. I was about to tickle his nose with the feathers but something grabbed my wrists tightly, my eyes went wide. My father rose up with an angry face. He tightened his grip. I let out a whimper and tried to rip his hand off with my other hand but he grabbed the other hand too.

"What. The. Hell. Were. You. Doing." He said through gritted teeth, I look down

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry." I stuttered

"Sorry? Sorry?! Is sorry all you say?! God damnit! Sorry doesn't solve everything you little twit!" He yelled and tossed me at the other sofa, I let out another whimper and scattered to my feet.

"P-p-please d-d-don't h-h-hurt m-me" I cried, I shouldn't have done that. Claire your such an idiot! I put my arms in front of my face as a shield to protect me.

"You are so fucking lucky you little bitch. I have to go somewhere or else I would've taught you a lesson" He growled, and walked away.

I let out a sigh of relief. I really didn't want to put on more make up to cover up the new bruises that were going to appear.

"Claire, what the hell were you thinking?! He would've hurt you!" Madam Lilith's voice scolded as she appeared from the hall. I gulped.

"I just wanted to have a little fun. And so what if he hurt me, it's not like he cares?! He hurts me all the time Madam Lilith! He's given me a few bruises here and there but he has also told me many times that I am worthless! It's nothing new if he hits me! It's a normal thing by now!" I cried

"Now please excuse me I have to start cleaning" I mumbled and wiped my tears and picked up the duster from the floor and began to clean again.

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