Live.Fight.Repeat

Chapter 1

        I woke up with the worst pain in my stomach, it felt like by stomach was fighting a war with itself, but knowing what would happen if I didn't get up was something I did not want to face. I slowly made my way to the bathroom to see that I was healing nicely from yesterday's beating, but I still had a purple bruise creeping on the side of my face. I grabbed some foundation and applied so that the bruise wouldn't show. Mark(my father) had come home drunk and mad yesterday and it only made him madder to see that I had not cooked dinner. He has been doing that since mom left with my little brother Jack, he took his anger out on me, some of my bruises were not from him though, they were from the fighting ring outside of town.

"Aphrodite, get down here now!" I heard Mark yell from downstair, he shouldn't be up yet, I hadn't made breakfast yet and he was mad.

"Coming father," I said just loud enough so he can hear me. 

I quickly put on my thick glasses and baggy clothing and then proceeded to run down the stair, while my stomach was still killing me.

"What do you see?" he asked my when I had arrived at the base of the steps. No words left my mouth.

"I asked you a question!" He was yelling now and this forced me to make eye contact, his eyes were gray and cold, unlike mine which were just plain boring brown. I often noticed people's eyes before them as a whole.

Before I could get sucked into my own thoughts, I responed,"Nothing".

"Why is there no food on my plate?" He had lowered his voice but it was still menacing. 

" I will make some now"

"Good", but before I could make my way over to the kitchen, something was thrown at me and it had nicked my ear. A knife was thrown I could see it stuck to the wall behind me with a little bit of blood falling from it." Next time I won't miss"

       I simply nodded and went over to the fridge and took out three eggs. I cracked them on to the pan and listened to the sound of them simmering, it reminded me of when my mom was still here...

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" Kids come down for breakfast" my mother was called to me and Jack.

I walked downstairs with my little brother in hand. We sat at the table and I noticed that my father had already left for work, he never left this early, but my nine-year-old mind was too busy smelling the bacon and eggs on the plate in front of us. We all sat together and ate breakfast until it was time for school, mom would take Jack to preschool at the pack house and I would get on the bus to go to the pack elementary school. Things were much happier eight years ago.

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I was taken out of my daydream by yelling. Mark's yelling to be specific.

"You stupid girl, you burned my eggs." He then proceeded to come over and give me a good punch in the stomach. " Just go to school, I can't have you messing up anything else."

As I left, I saw Mark take a beer from the fridge and knew that he would be knocked out until at least tomorrow morning, just enough time for my to go to the ring.