Why- sans x frisk

Chapter 1

Frisks pov:

Beep beep beep beep.
"Huh? Chara, what are you doing?" I ask, sitting up. Chara had been good ever since we left the underground, but was stuck in my mind. I had no issues with it, it was nice to have someone who understands me. Knows about my past.
"I am trying to get you up. It is nearly 7, and you know what happens at that time." I could see her clearly in my mind, her new home. The chestnut hair we share was longer on her, and she had on her favorite green and yellow jumper on.
I jump up, and quickly get dress in black leggings and my blue and purple jumper. My hair is shoulder length, with bangs that cover my eyes. I pull on my black converse, and quickly stand still in the middle of my room.
"In five, four, three, two..." Chara counted down in my head as I brace myself.
The door slams open, and I force myself not to flinch. Chara "stands" next to me, and I can feel her emotions.
"Frisk!" My dad roars. He stands in the door, almost annoyed that I managed to get up. No fun for him this morning, I hope. I look at him through my bangs, and try to register his anger level.
"What are you doing you little..." He trails off, and I quickly shut my eyes. He knows I had them open, he saw the flash of purple. Chara gasps, and takes a step back. She had never been fully there for this. He pulls his belt off, but gets stopped by my mom.
"David, we have to let her go this morning, there will always be tonight." The curvy woman in front of me doesn't really care. Neither of them do.
"Out." He growls, and steps out of the door way. I quickly brush past them, and hurry to the school.
It was a good distance away, but I had no choice but to walk. Too soon enough, I am at the gates. Part two of my days in hell.