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"Milo! You fucking slut! Get down here now!" I jumped up, shaking as I quickly scrambled out of bed and down the stairs into the kitchen.
The minute I rushed in I was backhanded and stumbled onto the ground. I whimpered and looked up at Derek who was standing above me. The tip of his nose a translucent white making me cringe.
"Where the fuck is my dinner!" He snapped, grabbing my hair and pulling me up before throwing me against the wall.
"I-I'm sorry. I fe-fell as-asleep" I stuttered.
"Does it look like I give a fuck?! My dinner isn't fucking made because you're too busy sleeping, what had a busy night last night being a fucking whore!" He growled as he spat in my face and stepped away letting me fall to the floor.
"When I get back there better be fucking food on that table!" He yelled as I heard the door slam shut after him.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why did I go to sleep, why, why!, why!?.
I wiped my face of the spit and shakily got up. I couldn't stop as my body trembled, walking over I opened the fridge and sighed at how empty it was, pulling out the pack of chicken wings and a few other things before grabbing the chips from the freezer.
I grabbed the barbecue sauce and rolled the chicken wings in them before putting them and the chips on a baking tray and put them in the oven.
I looked at the kitchen, it was a mess. I sighed and grabbed the old ragged cloth and the cleaning spray as I began to clean up the kitchen.
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I heard the door open and I stiffened as I pulled the food from the oven, it's only been twenty minutes but now he's back. I felt his hands on my waist as he kissed my neck.
"Smells good baby" he mumbled and I could smell the alcohol off his breath as I shook silently.
"I-I, I need to ge-get a p-plate" I whispered and he pulled away from me.
I walked over and grabbed a plate before placing his food on it and putting it on the table along with a can of beer and a knife and fork for him.
"Thanks baby, looks great" he slurred as he picked it up and brought it into the living room. I followed him in and kneeled down beside him. He always makes me do this.
I tensed as he rested his hand on my head before he curled his fingers into my hair and tilted my head back. I bit my lip to stop myself from whimpering.
