WARRIOR QUEEN • N. MIKAELSON [1]

Chapter 11

It was a tense afternoon in the Antonov house. In the dining room, the livid middle age man was towering over the terrified little girl with his big form. The man's wet stained pants could clearly be seen along with the shattering glass in a pool of water on the floor in between the father and daughter.

Afternoon in the dining room of Antonov little old house was once normal silence was instantly changed into a tense atmosphere as soon as the shattering glass sounded loudly. The air was now eerie silent.

"Прости, отец. Я не хотел Клянусь, я буду более осторожным в следующий раз. Прости, отец. Пожалуйста, прости меня." ["I'm sorry, father. I-I didn't m-mean to. I swear I'll be more careful next time. I-I'm sorry, father. P-Please forgive me."] the little girl's eyes widened horrified at what her father was going to do to her for her accidental mistake.

The little girl quickly bent down and picked up the pieces of the shattered glasses on the floor in a pool of the spilled water. The livid middle age man stood up slowly. Towering over the terrified little girl with his big form.

"вставай [Get up]." He ordered sternly.

The girl slowly stood up. Eyes down she didn't dare to look at her father. Her heart beat a thousand miles a minute. Fist clenched at her side absolutely horrified in anticipation on what was coming for her.

"посмотри на меня [Look at me]."

The girl reluctantly lifted her head to see the man in front of her. As soon as she did that, a slap echoed through the room, a stinging pain made its way to her cheek. The same could be said for her butt as she fell hard on the ground.

"Какая польза от дочери? Не могу даже выполнить простую задачу. [What use of a daughter are you? Can't even do a simple task]." The girl scrambled off the floor, shaking in fear.

"Бесполезный! Как твоя сбежавшая мать [Useless! Just like your runaway mother.]" He hissed and slapped her again.

She bite her lip to stop it from trembling. A sob escaped her as she failed to hold it in even though she had tried her absolute best to prevent it.

"Что я тебе говорил про плач? [What did I tell you about crying?]"

"Что это показывает слабость [That it shows weakness.]" She whispered.

"И все же ты все еще делаешь это [And yet you still do it!]" he roared. "Ни один мой ребенок не слаб [No child of mine is weak!]" he was about to hit her again before a knock on the front door interrupted him.

"Это не закончено. Навести порядок! [This is not finished. Clean up the mess!]"

The man was angry at whoever interrupted him and ready to snap at the person. The door opened to reveal an unfamiliar classy guy with a boy around the little's girl age standing beside him.

The girl who was cleaning after the mess she made couldn't stop her curiosity and peeked through the little space she had. But even there, she could clearly saw the man and the boy new faces.

"Добрый день, я Andrew Redmayne и это мой сын William. Мы новый сосед по соседству [Good afternoon, I am Andrew Redmayne and this is my son William. We're the new neighbour next door.]" The man in the suit smiled kindly.