New Life. (Student Teacher Relationship)

Chapter One

*Shawna's POV*

"Are you kidding me! You're such a bitch, beat me till I can't breah, you drink till you're passed out! You're not my mother anymore." I growled, I've never talked back to my mother like this before.

"Shut your mouth, you can't talk to me like that, I brought you into this world, I can take you out. You know what I'm calling your father you unless bitch."

My whole body was vibrating, I knew better than to talk back, I've dealt with this my entire life. "Please, don't call dad." I begged my mom.

She knew I was terrified of my dad, more so than her.

"Sit your ass down." my mother scowled.

I scurried to the chair furthest from my mom. I felt small, I felt like no one loved me. I've heard a lot about this "God" character, it's just a book, I told myself countless times, if he were real... than I wouldn't be here. I would have a loving family, whom they would hug me, ask me about my day. They would never lay a hand on me... only in my dreams. A tear ran down my face, I didn't even bother to wipe it. I knew better than to cry, but I was to weak mentally to fight. I snapped out of my trans realizing my mother was staring at me smirking. She has a sick twisted mind, I knew what she was doing... waiting for my father. He was at the bar only a block away pounding down beers with his buddies like usual. I knew he would be home in a flash, I tried to prepare my body for what might come next. I heard a car door slam, the hair all over my body immediately stood on end. The front door flew open with a loud bang against the wall. He looked at my mother, than at me. His face looked as if he has smelt the worst possible thing in existence. I knew he hated me, I don't know why my parents did.

"What did the little bitch do now?" My father said, making his way to the fridge for an ice cold beer.

"She keeps breathing." my mom said as she chuckles, "She told me she wasn't going to clean the floor, complaining that her hand hurts oh so much."

My dad, or should I say Craig. I hate calling them "mom" and "dad". they are far from that. He took once last slug of his beer and set it on the counter top that desperately needed a cleaning.

"You hear that little bitch? Your mother here asked you to do something, you know what happens when you don't do what you're told."

Do I ever know what will happen. I start to sweat profusely, sweat slowing showing through my shirt.

"M-my hand r-really hurts." I tell them both shuddering, lifting up my hand at the same time.

It's completely swollen, I can't tell if it's broken or not. Darla, my "mother" grabbed onto my hand this morning twisting it sideways just to get me out of bed because the lazy cunt wanted coffee.

"I don't care, get off your ass grab a toothbrush and some water and start scrubbing the fucking floor!" he yelled, his voice echoing throughout the room.

I jumped off my chair to the sound of his voice, I'd much rather him use his voice than his fists. I scurried to the sink filled up a bowl of water and grabbed an old toothbrush from under the sink. I got down on my hands and knees slowly cleaning each tile. I sucked in my tears, as they only find joy off of seeing me cry.

"I can't believe she only listens to you, maybe I have to beat the bitch more. Maybe than she will listen." my mother said.

She walked into the kitchen as well, grabbed two shot glasses and a large bottle of vodka. Poured a shot for her and my dad. Looking down at me as they both take a shot. I stayed silent scrubbing away, finishing only 3 tiles so far, I know this will be a long night. They started to kiss each other, lips entwining. I silently gag, that's disgusting. Being drunk and not watching where they are going my mother's bare food went straight into the water bowl I had on the floor. GREAT.