Go read my new story!
It's been a couple of years and people are still reading this story, which makes me extremely happy, but this new story i've written is way better!
There's just as much drama, and I know y'all love drama.
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Link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/57538489-surviving-as-jennah
"Get your ass in here, Jennah!" He screamed, drunk and incoherent.
I walked into the room with my head down, standing in front of him and his friends. They all smirked, eyes gazing over my half-naked body.
"I need you to start working, in this fucking house!" He hiccuped, throwing the glass down. "You don't do shit in here!"
"I do everything in this fucking house." I mumbled under my breath, rolling my eyes mentally. "Yes sir."
"You badmouthing me!?" He yells, standing up.
"No sir." I bite my lip to keep from laughing as I watch him fall on his ass.
"T-That's right! Go make us some food!" He lays on the ground and takes a swig from his vodka. "Something with chicken and mac."
I clench my hands. "That's gon take a while sir. You want the chicken fried or baked? Do you want the macaroni homemade or out of the box? What sides do you want? What do you want to drink? Any of ya friends allergic to anything?"
"We're all fine with that." Michael smiled, his eyes glued to my chest.
Michael is the youngest of the group of my father's friends. 26, hazel eyes, 6'1 and slim buff.
He's never hidden his attraction for me and the fact that I'm only 16 makes me want to barf. There's been too many times when I've had to hide from him, and too many times where I've been caught.
It doesn't matter though, I've gotten used it. You have to if you want to survive in this house with a monster for a father.
***
2 hours later, and I'm finally setting the food down at the table. Plates placed at every chair with a spoon, fork, knife and napkin. Two beers at every plate. 2 hours I could've spent on homework, for them to eat. Food they didn't even want anymore. That it 'took too long' and now they 'want something else'. So, did you want to know what I said next?
"No." I put my hand on my hip, glaring at them. "I'm going to my room."
I've never seen my dad's head whip around so fast, that I almost laughed. I wish he would've broken it though. Too bad, maybe next time.
"What did you just say?!" His stalked over to me, his hand reaching for my neck.
I gasp and scratch at his hand as he slams onto the wall. His breath reeked of alcohol and his eyes black, but you could see the anger clear as day.
I've been in this situation so many times that it shouldn't hurt anymore but it still does. Knowing that he can take my life away if he wants to. One day, he'll decide to not let go.
And I hope it's soon.
