Makayla's POV:
Dream~
"Please, Please stop" I cried as Darrell continued to whip my back with his belt. "Shut up you useless whore, you deserve this" he screamed at me.
He was right though, I did deserve punishment. I didn't have his dinner ready in time. I shut my mouth knowing he was right and it would only make my punishment worse.
After about ten more lashes to my back I felt him stop. I thought it was over but I realized I was wrong when I felt him grab my hair. He yanked me off of the ground while yelling "stand up you little pice of shit".
He bashed my head into the wall a few time before throwing me back on the ground. He then started kicking every part of my body. I just laid there on the ground taking whatever he dished out.
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I shot straight up in my bed feeling sweat cover my body. I tried to focus on bringing my breathing down to a normal rate. After about ten minutes I was finally back to normal.
I get theses dreams, or I guess flashbacks almost every night. There's no way for me to prevent them so I just have to live with them.
Once I called down I looked over to my clock and saw that it was 5:48. I knew that there was no way I was going to be able to sleep so I may as well get ready for the day.
I grabbed my jeans, a long sleeved shirt and my under garments before heading into the bathroom. It took me about fifteen minutes to do my business, shower, put on my make up and change my clothes.
I walked out of the bathroom and decided to head down to the kitchen. As I was walking down the stairs I mentally cursed myself for not taking pain killers. I was barely able to hold back a scream of pain.
Once I made it down the god awful stairs I limped into the kitchen. Thank goodness no one was around to see me like this. I don't need the finding out what happened at my old home.
I remember what Mr. Archer said last night about eating all of my breakfast. After such a large meal last night there was no way that I would be able to eat this morning. To be honest I really won't need food for another few days.
I really don't understand why they want me to be even fatter. Now being the some what smart child that I am I had a great idea. I grabbed a slice of bread and piped it in the toaster. Once it was nice and crispy I grabbed a plate and threw quite a few crumbs all over it. I then smeared syrup on the plate before placing it into the sink.
Now if any of my brothers ask if I ate breakfast I can point to that plate. Now to think about how the heck I'm going to get out of lunch. I was so lost In thought that I didn't get the foot steps coming into the kitchen.
"What are you doing up so early sole" asked Bryson. I flinched at the unexpected words from my brother. "I was just cleaning up from my breakfast" I told him. I patted myself on the back for not stuttering.
He looked at me then at my plate before back to me. He seemed stratified with my answer. His usual kind smile returned to his face before he said "you know it nice having another early bird in the house".
He walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed some fruit. He then grabbed an counter from the cabinet and a larger cup of ice. He brought all of his ingredients over to the blinder before he started making what I'm going to guess is a protein shake.
"Do you want me to make you a shake" Bryson asked me. I shook my head no in response. "What are you doing up so early" the cold voice of Mr. Archer cut though the awkward silence.
