Angelic Love- A Castiel Love Story

Chapter Three

Robin lies on her bed, and sleep comes readily. Thankfully, this time, she has no dreams. All night, she remains asleep, but it is a restless sleep. Blankets become strewn across the bed and floor, and her pillows are soon cockeyed.

Sun shines through her curtains which wakes her. She sighs and thinks another day in hell. Steam fills the room when she turns the shower on.

The shower burns her when she tries to get into it, so she turns down the heat. It stings her 

As she finishes showering, she grabs a baggy green sweater, old painted jeans, and worn out tennis shoes for working in the house.

When she turns the door nob of her room, it doesn't budge. Her door is locked. Banging on the door, she yells, "Mom? Could you let me out? I thought I was supposed to work today!"

No answer.

Tears stream down Robin's face, her lips quivering. A loud grumbling noise fills the room, signaling hunger. As well as being starving, she feels dehydrated. Her lips are chapped and her mouth is dry. The water faucet squeaks as she turns the handle. Water moistens her lips as she tries to drink the water pouring into the sink. It tastes sweet, like candy.

Suddenly, screaming echoes through the house, "ROBIN! GET UP! I told you that you are to clean the entire house today. You were supposed to wake up early."

Not wanting to put up with her mother treating like this, she replies rudely, "Mother, I did get up early. You locked the fucking door and I couldn't get out to start."

"Don't use that kind of language at me."

"Why shouldn't I? Why fucking shouldn't I?" Anger fills up Robin as she shrieks at her mother.

"That's it. Go to the basement. NOW."

Robin realizes what she got herself into, and starts crying again, tears falling to the floor. "Mother, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I won't do it again. Just don't make me go to the basement, please." Her voice shakes as she talks.

"Shut it. Go." Her mother's hand collides with her face, sending painful signals through her face. The floor feels hard as she lands. She can feel the stinging of the slap, and can tell that it will bruise.

Standing up, she shakes. Her hands grasp at the edge of the bed, trying to find something of substance. Her mother stands in the door frame with a stern look on her face; eyebrows are knitted together, and frown lines are more obvious than usual. Slowly, Robin walks towards her, fearing what is soon to come.

The hall is dark as Robin walks towards the basement. Walls, floor, ceiling, it all seems harsh as she nears the door to the place of her pain.