Amelie's P.O.V.
I heard a crack as my head hit the wall. I'm not really sure if it was the wall or my head. I could feel the panic attack coming on and I knew I would soon have no control over my body. I tried to make myself as small as possible as I shrank against the wall. I stared at the ground as a pair of bright purple pumps came into view.
"Amelie get your sorry ass up off that floor and do what I tell you right now. OR ELSE!!" My mother constantly yells at me and beats me over the stupidest things. Though I do have to give it to her this time. I should have learned not to sass her years ago. Wait! What am I saying? Nobody should be beaten for not wanting to be a servant for their parents. Scratch that. A servant to my mother.
I hate that that monster is the one I have to call mother. I get chills of disgust even thinking about it. The opposite is for my father though. He is the only one in my life that I love. He is my shining beacon in the night. Ha cheesy much!
Any who, I crawled away from my monste-I mean mother, but she just slowly followed with a smirk on her face. I was just giving her an excuse to kick me again. I hope she doesn't kick me in the face again. I was called into the councilors office and almost had everything I have worked to hard for it to be ruined. I don't have any friends because I am terrified that my mother will do something to them. But, I was determined to seem as normal as possible. School was my only escape from the horror of home. I cant risk them getting involved, for their own safety.
To late. I heard another crack as her now purple and red pumps pulled away from my nose. It could be broken but I am not quite sure because I stopped feeling the blows after a while."I should have never had you. You are pathetic and worthless. Now, go clean my new lingerie! I want to look good for Stephan he might get me a job as a model."
Now I was fuming, I was so angry. At least once a week she goes off and cheats on my father with other men. I cant even tell my dad this because if i do i will probably be killed. My life sucks.
I slowly crawled up to the bathroom to get her nasty clothes into the washer so they don't have that gross store smell. I held a towel to my nose and wrapped a bandage around my head so that I don't drip any blood on her "precious clothing". I can not wait until Dad gets back from his business trip.
To be honest I am not sure if I can survive until then.
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No Control
WerewolfAmelie Davidson lives with her monster of a mother who used her as a slave. She also uses Amelie to hide the fact that she cheats on her husband whenever he goes on trips for work, which is at every other week. The only escape Amelie gets from her t...