Dominic Richard- What Do You Want From Me?

"Shut up you naughty girl." My mother sneered snatching me off my bed by the arm.

"We've been knocking for twenty minutes for you to turn off that devil music." My father spat

"It's not devil music!" My mother scoffed. "You are to never play that music again. Ever!"

"You can't tell me what to do!" My father steps up and backhands me. "Dad!" Jason yelled.

"Stay back son. We don't want whatever she has to affect you." my mother said.

I touched my stinging cheek, never had I ever expected him to slap me.

"Jason take yourself to the movies invite a friend, we need to teach your sister a lesson." my mother said handing him a wad of bills.

He looked at it then at me. "Take the money son, you deserve it."

I looked at him wide eyed as he took it, his eyes on me the whole time as he took it from my mother, when he left my father and mother turned to me.

I stepped back. "No, please no."

My mother stepped aside as my father stepped forward taking off his belt. "It's for your own good Akuma."