Paper Butterflies

Chapter Sixteen

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Chapter Sixteen

“Ash, what are you doing?”

I looked up from the kitchen island to see Scott standing at the entrance with his hands out slightly.

“I made breakfast.” I said and looked down at the display on the island. Plates were filled with scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage, pancakes, and hash browns. I looked back up at Scott with a half smile.

               He shook his head. “Why are you doing this?” He asked quietly, making my smile falter.

“I-I thought-”

               “Woo, smelled the food in my sleep! Did we hire a chef?” A guy asked loudly as he made his way into the kitchen. He was followed by a few others, along with the sound of feet flying down the stairs. “Oh,” The boy spoke again, I remembered him as Scotts friend Wesley. “Hey, Ashton. I’m surprised, but thankful.” I smiled and took a step back, watching as everyone piled into the kitchen to grab a plate of food.

               Soon, everyone was either sitting at the breakfast table or standing around the kitchen devouring their food.

Scott didn’t make a plate; instead he stood with Preston and Wesley. He would look at me every so often with concern creasing his forehead and scrunching his nose.

               I wasn’t too worried about him when my stomach growled. My body tensed as my eyes widened.          

“Ash?” I heard Scott question.

               I saw my father’s sadistic smile.

 

“Hungry are we?” He asked.

 

               He stood in front of me. “I can fix that.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair.

 

I cringed.

 

               He pulled back his arm before jamming his hand into my stomach.

 

I yelped out in pain.

 

“Ashton?”I heard Scott’s panicked voice.

Again his fist rammed my stomach.

 

I wheezed and coughed before being thrown to the floor.

 

A laugh erupted from above followed by snickering.

 

               “Ash!” I heard a final scream. I sat on the floor, wheezing as I tried to get air to my lungs. “What’s happening?” Scott asked.

I shook my head. “Please, make it stop.” I cried. “Make it stop.”

               “You gotta tell me what’s wrong.”

I looked up and saw the others staring at me, some looked scared and worried. Others didn’t know what to do.

               I looked at Scott. “I could feel it.” I whispered. “It’s like it was happening. He won’t go away.”

“Who?” Scott asked.

“Ashton! You worthless piece of trash!”

 

“Did I say you could talk? I expect for you to do what you’re told. Got that?”

 

"Worthless garbage."

 

"You're late! Stupid bitch.”

He lifted his leg and stomped on my stomach. I cringed.

               “My father.”