Unbroken

Chapter 5

Ryan and I say our goodbyes and walk home. My hands bloody, I look at them and frown. This isn't what I want, this isn't what anyone wanted. I feel the weight of the cross bow and think about its is a blessing its curse. Without it I would starve, but it makes me a murder.

I walk into my home, prying that my father is still asleep. "Katrina! is that you?" my father yells at me. "Yes. what do you want.'" I snap. I don't want this to go on any longer than it has to.

"Do not use that tone with me young lady." my father says groggily in his deep hangover. "Where have you been?" he says coming a little closer. I take a step back and he glares at me. "I was out." I say, not giving him the answers he wants. "Tell me what you were doing!" He spits at me. I stand a little taller, getting angrier every second. "I was hunting you jerk! to feed us! while you where sleeping your lazy ass off!" I scream in his face. He takes a step away from me. The look of confusion and fear on his face is priceless. I smile to myself with pride. "Now, you don't deserve any of this, but if you shut the hell up and give me some respect I will give you some." I say. He gives me a glare and takes another step forward. The slaps me right across the face. "I am you father! I don't need to give you any respect! you respect me! I can hurt you in ways you cant imagine!" he screams. My confidence is gone, replaced by the fear I've felt all my life. He grabs my wrist and twists it hard, spinning me around pain shoots from my shoulder. I let out a cry I cant hold back. I hear the monster laugh being me.

He finally lets go and then pushes me to the ground. "Give me that." he says and he takes the bloody squirrel off my shoulder. "You do as I say, and you wont be hurt. At least, not as much." he says with an evil smile.

He took my food. What I've worked for all day. What was going to be my first meal in two days. I look at him as he walks away and see the blood on his hands from the squirrels dead body. I don't dare try and take it back, because I fear that someday, that will be my blood staining his hands.