Fire Starter.

The Shower

As the shower water ran waiting on it to warm up I put some towels in the dryer so he'd have a fresh warm towel for when he got out hoping to appease him. Returning to the bathroom I heard him stomping around the bed room muttering to himself "She can't do anything. All she can fucking do is sit around can't clean the damn house". If I had a self-esteem level it would be dropping but I didn't so it didn't matter. I put my hand in the water and it was warm enough. I started to step out and he rounded the corner of the door way. "Get back in there you slut" He snapped. Slowly I backed into the bathroom not wanting to encounter his wrath today. He stepped in and closed the door "strip" He ordered. "I don't want too. I showered last night" I shyly replied. "Excuse me?" He snapped. "Yes sir sorry sir... " I quickly said as I started to strip shying my body away from him. He watched me looking up n down smirking "God I scored good". He walked up to my slim naked body and started feeling all over. You know how that special moment is supposed to feel good and special well it doesn't. It feels like violation. I know he doesn't love me I don't know what was in it for his family but it kept mine safe. He began to kiss and bite my neck. Soft whimpers and moans left my mouth but soon I had to remember he was drunk n shoved him off. "What the hell!!!" He yelled as he raised his fist slamming his fist into my stomach. Groaning I went down "You are going to give me a fucking child. You're going to carry the damn thing and then once it's born you're fucking taking care of it!!" He kick my ribcage a sick cracking sound came from it. "P-please stop" I begged. He drew his foot back to kick me again but his phone rang. "Hello?" He answered. "Hi dad how are you?". " Oh no, she didn't want to celebrate her birthday so don't bother coming over". He talked as he glared down at me as if telling me to keep my mouth shut. He hung up the phone his right foot back on the floor. "I have to go see my father. You better be ready by the time I get home tonight. I'll be at the bar after so you have time. I'll be home by 1 in the morning" He hissed. With that he left me here on the bathroom floor. I let five minutes or more pass before I carefully got up. This part was painful he had broken something in my ribs what I don't know. Carefully I wrapped my chest and redressed myself. I turned the shower off and pulled everything out of the dryer as my phone rang. "Hello?". "Alex!" My mothers cheerful voice clearly rang through the phone. "Hi mom!" I tried sounding happy and not in a whole new world of pain. "Happy birthday sweetie!" She half yelled. "Thanks mom". " How are you doing?". "I'm good". " How is Jeff?". "He's doing good he just went to see his father". " That's good. Well I got to get back to work. ". " Okay ha.... " The line went dead on me. I sighed and started getting the house clean.