Daughter Of Fire | ✔

Chapter 1

Amelia's POV

As a little girl, my anger was one of the multiple problems my parents wanted me to fix. Constantly they would tell me to stop my attitude and act like a lady.

I'd grown used to all their bickering and regular demands but over time my 'so-called' bad temper and common mood swings seemed to get worse.

Over and over they'd tell me to stop it otherwise they'd sign me up for anger management classes and groups. Soon I realized it was just a threat to get me to quite my behaviour.

I've told them that I can't help it, that this boiling sensation I feel is out of my control but they don't listen. They say it's all in my head and that I need help. Big help.

Sometimes I think I'm adopted because I'm nothing like them. I don't even look like them!

With my mother being a living image of my father who has brown hair and green eyes, they almost look identical. I, on the other hand, have blue eyes and black hair that's poker straight.

Because I'm nearly always grounded, I hardly spend time outside which has made me friendless. Though that doesn't mean I don't hear things.

Rumours go around that there's this crazy, psychotic girl that stays in her room and spies on kids and the elderly as they walk by. As if I want to stay in my small claustrophobic house all day!

If anything I'd rather be free! Able to run through my back door and into the forest whenever I felt like it, but my parents say I could kill someone with my uncut fingernails and bitter tantrums.

Honestly, they act like I'm some nutcase that's just come out of rehab and needs some hardcore discipline! Just thinking about them sets me off!

"AMELIA! GET DOWN HERE NOW!" My mother shouts from the kitchen.

I mean they don't even try to be nice. All they do is shout!

"NOW, AMELIA!" She screams again.

"JESUS CHRIST IM COMING!" I yell back. Hold your tits..........

I make my way downstairs with heavy feet not even trying to contain my anger because I already know they're gonna have a go at me. I walk down the hall and into the kitchen to see them both sitting at the table with frowns on their faces.

I take a seat in between them which makes me feel enclosed and surrounded. Make matters worse, the kitchen is dark and dusty which causes shivers to travel down my spine.

"Amelia, me and your father have decided-" She gulps. "that its best if you spend some time at your grandfathers for a bit....... just to calm down. Think your emotions through."

"WHAT?! AT MY GRANDFATHERS! HES CRAZY!" I gasp in shock.

"Well so are you......" my father whispers under his breath. Excuse me! I whip my head around to meet his surprised eyes. Probably shocked that I heard him.

"What did you just say, father," I question challengingly.

"Amelia-" my mother barely get a word in before I explode. I stand to slam my hands on the table knocking my chair over in the process.

"NO! HE JUST SAID I WAS CRAZY!" I point a finger at my father's grim features.

"WELL, YOU ARE AMELIA! YOU ARE CRAZY! INSANE EVEN WITH YOUR DERANGED TEMPERS AND ALL." She shouts at my face.

I could fell heat course through my veins and into my white balled fists. My face has become rigid, jaw clamped tight, teeth grinding.

My mother looks away like I'm some disgrace and flicks her hand and says "Go. Go to your room and don't come out. You're going to pack tonight and leave tomorrow for your grandfathers."

HOW DARE SHE! How dare she order me around like some...... some butler! I am not her command doll and I am certainly not something she can order around like that. I have my rights!

"NO!" I shout.

"YES!" She glares.

"NO!" I grab my plate full of food and smash it onto the tiles making it shatter into tiny pieces.

Now both my parents are giving me sickening looks of despising and hatred. My father steps in to say something but my mother stops him.

"Amelia, pick up this mess now." She orders, practically spitting poison at my face.

I get this desire to piss her off even more. Wanting her to feel how I felt when she makes me angry. I was desperate for her to know how I felt. How I dealt with all the pain that they gave me daily.

I storm over to where her precious tea set is displayed, open the cabinet and whack all the delicate porcelain china onto the floor. My mother gasps in shock, my father's face red in fury.

Oh, if that wasn't enough I ran over to the dishwasher, opened it up and threw all the cutlery over my head which went colliding into a wall.

My mother cried into her hands, her cheeks stained and red as my father charged over to me. He was as red as a tomato and I think I even saw steam coming out of his ears and nose.

He grabbed me by the arms and slammed me against his chest. Now I just needed to piss him off.

I shouted childishly into his ear "CHILD ABUSE! CHILD ABUSE!" I think he was afraid the neighbours would hear because he let me go.

My mother wiped her eyes and prepared herself for what she was going to say next.

"Amelia, I swear if you break another piece of furniture you're out of this house and into an anger management class you hear me!". There ya go. She threatens me again!

"You can't do that!" I protested in fury.

"You wanna bet child. You'll be out here in a flash if you don't clean this mess up and go to your room!" My mother spotted pointing towards the mess.

I clenched my fists in anger. No, rage. I was already past breaking point! It felt like the heat was pouring down on me like the breath of hell. My rage held all the power of a wildfire, I could practically feel the flames roaring in my eyes, ready to ignite anything that I came in contact with.

I didn't know what to do with all the poison building up inside my chest, so I screamed.

"I HATE YOU! BOTH OF YOU!"

With that, I stormed up the stairs and into my room. Before I slammed the door I heard her say, "No one will ever love you!"