Ronan was the last to be picked up, of course by his father. He woke up when his father threw him in the door.
"Why did you do that?!!"
Ronan tried to lift himself up but his father slammed his head back into the wood floor. It reeked of liquor and raw meat. His father was drinking again.
"you stay on that floor! I was minding my own buisness when gess who calls saying he passed out! I thought I told you to sleep at night!" He lifted Ronan up by his shirt "Don't dirty the floor boy! Go make them dishes sparkle again!" He threw Ronan at the sink. Ronan, unable to catch himself he toppled over and his head fell into the sirty sink. " Damn you, I said to clean the dishes not your face!" He slammed a dish against his head.
Ronan snapped. He grabbed a dish and chucked it at his father.
"You little..."
Ronan threw another, then another. He pelted his father with the stuff in the sink then stuffed the bar of soap in his fathers mouth. "Find another slave!" He ran out the door and slammed it so hard he felt the ground shake. He ran down the street until his house was out of sight. Ronan was done. He sat on the curb and looked over his new scars in a puddle. The side of his head was bleeding threw his already red-ish hair. That was going to leave a scar something awful. There was a cut above his eye and a bruise forming on his cheek. He was glad he left now. He must be permantly damaged if he stayed longer. Sadly he would have to go back but not now. Right now needed to find the others, and shelter.
The sky rumbled and poured on him. Great. He ran to Nova's house. When there was no answer he slumped against the door. His hand stung, he cut it on something and it was bleeding all over him. Now he needed Macie.
YOU ARE READING
The Tempest Spell
Fantasy(Book 1 in The Daunting Curse trilogy) DISCONTINUED UNLESS,YOU,FINISH IT. These words appear on the backs of 3 ordinary people Nova, Ronan and Macie, about to be tangled up in the largest war of their lives, between gods and monsters, light and dark...
