New Life. (Student Teacher Relationship)

Chapter Two

*Shawna's POV*

I could feel the warmth of the sunlight coming through the small window in my bedroom, I knew it was morning but I didn't want to move. I was in so much pain, I rolled onto my back with a groan. I kept my eyes shut soaking in the last few minutes I had. I heard stomping coming closer to my door I squeezed my eyes shut even harder. Click. The door creaked open, I already knew who it was right away, my dad. I could smell his strong cologne. He bathes himself in it every morning before work to hide the smell of alcohol, It never works but he thinks otherwise. Without him even saying a word to me, I got a face full of cold water. My eyes shot open I saw him towering over me with an empty glass in his hand.

"Time to wake up little bitch, you have to make me breakfast before I go to work." he smirked.

"Yes, daddy." I replied.

I pushed myself up into a sitting position with my one good hand, I was aching all over. My dad watching me the whole time I slowly got out of bed.

"I don't have all day, move it!!" my dad roared.

I took one step and toppled over, oh god my stomach. The pain... its excruciating. Knowing that I would be dragged to the kitchen I made myself stand up. Tap, tap, tap. My dad was impatiently tapping his foot, I better hurry those are his steel toe boots. With him closely following behind me I walked to the kitchen slouching my back as the pain was unreal if I stood up straight.

As my dad sat at the table he said, "You have 10 minutes to make me a good breakfast. Don't test me little girl."

"Yes, of course." I grabbed a frying pan, and the eggs out of the refrigerator. Looking back at him, he was reading the news paper like nothing was wrong. Only that his only daughter was just beat, and now made to work. I could feel the anger coursing through my veins, I took deep breaths trying to calm myself down as I cracked 4 eggs and started to stir them up into scrambled eggs. With the state that I'm in now even if I did try to fight I would easily lose. I grabbed a loaf of bread and popped two slices into the toaster.

"Get onto making the bacon already!" my dad called out.

I grabbed the bacon already in the refrigerator, and threw the rest of it in with the eggs. I hope this is spoiled meat and you get really sick you old man, I thought to myself. Waiting for it all to cook I buttered his bread, and grabbed him a cup of coffee by the time I was done that the eggs and bacon were to. I put it all on a plate and served him.

He acknowledged that there was now food in front of him, without saying thank you he said,

"Now get going, have a shower you smell like a fucking dumpster."

I nodded, going back to my room searching for the towel I've had to use for the past month straight. I got into the bathroom and quickly locked the door, knowing what my father tried last night, I'm not taking any chances. I pulled down my pants and underwear and sat on the toilet relieving myself of the urine I had to hold in all night and a portion of the morning. I finished up and stripped off the rest of my clothes as well as the shirt that was wrapped around my wrist. I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked like hell. My eye was completely shut, and double its size. The colors I saw freaked me out a bit, I hope it gets better soon. I turned on the water as hot as I could possibly stand it and stepped in. Slightly moaning by the warmth that hit me it relieved some tension in my back and wrist. After washing my body and hair I pulled the curtain away and saw my dad watching me.

"H-how did y-you g-get in here?" I grabbed my lady bits with my a hand and used my other hand to cover my chest.

Without saying a word he walked up to me, I could feel his breath on my ear.