Then Came You

Chapter 1

Skye's POV

"You little bitch!" My father hissed, kicking me in the stomach.

What did I do this time? I think, grabbing my now throbbing side.

"I want to wake up to breakfast! Not an empty kitchen!" He screams at me, causing me to flinch.

If I wasn't so used to this, then I wouldv'e probably bursted into tears. He always got shook up about the smallest things. Like whether or not I cooked him breakfast when it was three o'clock in the afternoon. Or if I forgot to do the few dishes in the sink. Or I forgot to clean his room. It was really annoying, but I know that if I tell him that, he'll just hit me.

"You have 15 minutes to have a nice breakfast for me set on that table!" He roars, punching the wall behind me, missing my face by only a few inches.

I scramble away from him, scurrying to the refrigerator and pulling out the eggs, bacon, and butter. My father seems satisfied when he sees I'm doing what he's asking me to. Do I really have a choice?

I know the answer, and I'm pissed at myself for even asking that question. No. No, I don't have a choice. If I don't do this, he'll probably beat me senseless. And if I report him, he would make everything seem just dandy, convincing everyone that we're a very loving father and daughter. Then, when everything was done with, he would make me pay.

The only person who knows about his beatings, and the hurtful words, is my best friend, Alyssa. She knows I'm telling the truth from the bruises spread all over my ribs. The dark color stood out in comparison to my pale skin. I'm the only girl in Florida who won't go swimming. Because if I did, people would question the marks all over my body, and I would have no choice but to make up some complicated lie.

Popping some toast into the toaster, I pull a pan out from the cabinet by the stove. I set the burner on medium, and put a little butter in the pan so the eggs and bacon don't stick and start to pull strips of bacon from the package, gently laying them alongside the eggs.

The sizzling sound and the familiar smell makes my mouth water, but of course, even after I take my time to do this, I am given nothing. I'm used to it, so now the emptiness in my stomach doesn't bother me as much, but seeing him rubbing the meal in my face does.

The toast pops out of the toaster and I take them out, spreading butter onto the warm surfaces. I set them on a plate, then return to the eggs and bacon. I flip the bacon, and wait till they're crispy, almost burnt, just how my father likes it. Then I flip the eggs, making sure the yolk doesn't fry, because I know he likes his eggs runny.

I place the food into a neat arrangement and look at my work. It looks edible.

"It's ready!" I call softly.

"What was that, slut?" He asks, a sinister grin on his face.

I don't know why he calls me a slut. I've never even kissed a boy. And sure as hell never came close to having sex with one. But of course, he doesn't think that. Because I am his 'fucked up' daughter, as he likes to put it.

"Your food's ready." I say, my voice cracking a little bit at the end.

He comes into the kitchen and looks at his 'breakfast'. He purses his lips for a moment before he nods thoughtfully.

"It actually looks pretty decent. I'm shocked. I didn't know you had it in you." He says with a snort. Well, don't I feel loved?

"Thankyou." I tell him, appreciating his almost nice comment.

He shrugs before pulling the plate over to him and taking a bite of the eggs. He moans, smirking, obviously trying to rub it in my face. I try to keep my face impassive.

He finishes the meal slowly, enjoying the torment he was putting me through. I try to contain the growls begging to erupt in my stomach.

"That was good. You need to start doing that for me every day." He stresses the 'every' trying to get his point across. I got the hint.

"Of course." I say, swallowing at the end, trying to keep from snapping at him.

He smiles, as if he doesn't hit me every day and leaves new marks that if it weren't for the baggy clothes, everyone would notice. And I don't like it. It gives off the feeling that we're a normal father and daughter, when my father is really half crazy, and I'm close to the point  of suicide.

He leaves the table, leaving behind the plate for me to wash.

Now, I would say this is like Cinderella. But it's not. It's far from it. There's no prince charming that will save me. No talking animals to get me through the day. After all, those types of endings didn't exist.

Tyler's POV

The girl from last night is slipping her jeans on,while I'm fully dressed and leaning against the door, ready to dismiss her from my house, from my life. But of course, like every other girl. She puts up a fit.

"So you're just going to make love to me, in then kick me out of your house, unfazed?" She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, cocking her hip out.

"First off, we did not 'make love', we had sex. And secondly, I do this to every girl. What did you expect?" I laugh, throwing my arms up.

"I thought taht we had something special!" She exclaims, dry sobbing. Okay, stop bitch. You ain't fooling anyone.

"Just get out." I say, exasperated.

"Fine, you're a jack ass anyway." She says, sticking her tongue out at me, and stomping out my front door. I resist the urge to laugh.

"I get that all the time, babe!" I call out to her.

What the fuck was she thinking? Everyone knows a girl never stays over. Ever. They are used to satisfy my needs and satisfy my needs only. The only time a girl has stayed the night after we had sex, was because she passed out. And, no matter what people thought of me, I would not kick a lady out of my house after they passed out. I have some morals. But then again, these chicks aren't really ladies. They're whores.

Hell, there aren't many ladies in our generation. Most chicks are only worried about how to make their boobs look bigger, or what to wear to a bar. It's rare you'll find a girl who cares about something other than herself. And when yo do, and actually find you want to spend time with them, they either change, or they're really annoying.

Slamming the door shut, I go to the bathroom and look in the mirror, ruffling my hair a bit and putting on cologne. I look myself over, smirking.

Today's to-do-list:

1. Drive to school.

2. Look for a hot girl.

3. Sweet talk her.

4. Get her to come over

5. And well... you know.

Grinning, I make my way out of my house and to my car. I pull out of my drive way and my only thought is, This will be a good 'school' day.