Please Don't Leave Me Behind Again (Completed)

Chapter Four

First off: I would like to acknowledge  MelissaHeartfilia because her comment from Chapter Three got me thinking about what I had already written for this chapter and how I needed to change it and well...this is the product. So thank you for your simple but thought-provoking comment.

Lastly: WARNING! Sang gets punished in this chapter. Just putting that out there. It isn't too bad, I think? But I felt compelled to let you guys know. Nothing crazy physical like beating her up until she can't move. But still, prepare your hearts.

Now enjoy! And as always, feel free to comment and let me know what you think! I love feedback!

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**| Sang's POV |**

My mind whirled with fear as my heart pounded against my chest. How could I let the time get away from me. I was sure to be noticed to be gone. Especially since I was supposed to cook dinner today and I haven't even started yet.

I crept into the house and listened carefully for any sounds. I heard Maria's muffled music, letting me know she was in her room. When I didn't hear anything else, I made my way towards the kitchen but paused at the scene before me.

My stepmother stood in the kitchen, facing away from me as she glared at the counter. Her robe was opened and she tugged at the rope she used to tie it closed in irritation. I followed her sight and my eyes widened. The counter was covered in dirty dishes—dishes that weren't there when I left this morning.

Maria managed to make the kitchen look like a whirlwind passed through.

I must have made some kind of sound because Diane spun around, her eyes narrowing when she spotted me.

"Where have you been?" she seethed, spittle flying from her mouth. Her eyes were dark with rage and I knew there was no getting out of her punishment and it was going to be a bad one too.

"O-out," I stuttered and coughed with the strain of my dry throat.

"Out meeting the neighborhood boys? Getting their attention? Trying to get your claws into them too?

"Ti (What)?" The English language escaped me as my fear spiked. "Τι εννοείς? (What do you mean?)"

"English, Sang! English," she yelled and I flinched back. "I know you're trying to whore yourself around. We didn't move all the way here just for you to fuck it up again."

I just gaped at her. She came over and leaned forward until her face was inches from my own. She smelled of sickness and bad body odor. "Clean this mess up, you little slut. Afterwards, make dinner like a good little skýla (bitch) and then come to my room. I'll deal with you properly then."

My body tensed even more. I didn't know what she was going to do to me. Was she going to make me drink vinegar and lemon juice again? My throat was just starting to feel better. Or maybe she'll lock me up in the closet without my dignity. It was embarrassing to be in there naked, but I could handle that. Or would she tie me up again? That, I could not handle. It would be hard to hide the bruises around my wrist from it too, and I knew I had to go to registration on Monday.

Diane moved forward, drawing me out of my dark thoughts.

Before going back to her bedroom, as a warning, she slammed her fist into my stomach with a triumphant grunt. I fell to my knees, holding onto my stomach as tears filled my eyes.

Breathe in.

One.

Two.

Three.