The Brave Soldier Girl

Chap1 : Same old

Alexis POV

"ALEXIS!!! My dad yelled out harshly. " Coming daddy!!!" I shouted from my room. I quickly rush downstairs to an aggressive man rummaging the refrigerator.

"Dad ,you call me?" I ask, with a smirk on my face then brush off the invisible dirt on my plain jeans skirt. "I need you to rush to the supermarket, we are out of milk," he said sheepishly.

" Ok then," I stood there like a statue, looking surprised but then again feeling and being treated like a maid.

"Why are you still standing there?" he stood up from the dining cheer and yell in my face.

" Aaaaa... I a," I stuttered.

"Get me the milk Alex, before I loose my temper!!!" he shouted angrily.

"OK dad," I quickly said shakily.
I stand still like a statue, annoying his presence.

"Good," he then shush me away with is hand as a dismissal. I quickly rush to my room, grab my bag and Sprint downstairs.

I was almost at the living room outdoor when dad shouted, "O and while your at it get me a newspaper will you!!" I nodded my head and quickly rush out the door.

I always tell my self everything will soon be OK, but how could it when my own family treated me like a maid but more likely as if I dont exist.

I kept back the tears fighting to escape. I am so use to this, I even try to prevent myself from having a panic attack after all it's been a normal routine since day one.

I catch the mourning bus, heading to the supermarket after fifteen minute of silence. The bus arrive at a big and well organized building stack with food people call the supermarket.

I only had a few minutes to buy the milk before dad started ringing off my phone. So I quickly went to the section of the supermarket where the diary products were stack out neatly and labelled, then I took a jog of milk and walk nervously up to the cashier, after cashing, I rush to a nearby gas station called "Texas" and bought the news paper Dad requested.

I took the first bus back to Sanford my large and rich neighborhood.

As I arrive I was greeted by a grumpy daddy.

" Where is 'my ' milk?" he emphasize grumpily. " Here", I hand it to him.

"And what about my newspaper?" he ask looking annoyed.

"Here," I held it out then he quickly dragged it from my hand then abruptly went back to the dinning room sipping on a glass of milk.

"You may go now," he shush me away like a dog.

I nodded my head, then sprint back to my room since I had nothing better to do but let out the lake of tears fighting to escape.

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I woke up at three in the evening and heard laughter booming from downstairs. It was almost dinner time and yet again I had to cook after all I'm the only one in this house who can cook.

Walking into my small but fully equipped bathroom, I wash my face , dry it with a face towel then walk down stairs.

"I can't believe he did that , seriously sweetie, did he ate you out?" Rachelle my mom ask my sister smiling intensely.

I was at the kitchen door peeping and listening on there conversation because if I walk in am sure I'll regret it.

"Omg yes, and it felt so good," Michelle my elder sister said soothingly.

"Really, omg... I remember the first time your dad did it to -"

I drop the vase off the coffee table that splattered into a million pieces interrupting there intense conversation.