MUTE AND ABUSED MATE novel Chapter 2

Fleurie's point of view:

"GET DOWN AND MAKE MY BREAKFAST, YOU WHORE!" I don't think that's how most people wake up. The scumbag here is dumping hot water on you as my flesh is peeling off my body.

My alarm may have broken, and guess who broke it, CORRECT, the scumbag who calls himself a father.

This scumbag here wouldn't allow me to call him dad, but he did want me to address him as "sir" when he first started, and he didn't stop until I quit talking.

I did not have a really pleasant or enjoyable childhood or youth. I get up so quickly that the ache spreads throughout my entire body.

I went to the bathroom, peeled off my wet clothing along with my peeled skin, and sat in the warm water. My muscles began to relax.

I'm using my eucalyptus mint shower gel to wash my body and my peeling skin.

I took a step outside, brushing the steam off the mirror. Blue bruises beneath my eyes, wounds on my nose and under my chin, and bruises and cuts all over my arms.

Dark dirty blonde hair that reached my mid-back, dull lifeless forest green eyes, a slender body that revealed my ribs and a good portion of my spine, all thanks to that scumbag who refuses to feed me.

I cover it up with leggings and an oversized grey sweater.

running downstairs to make the traditional three eggs, a pile of bacon, and a can of beer I called the scumbag by softly touching his shoulder as he sipped from his whiskey glass; he started eating; I couldn't move; I had to stand until he finished.

It's also the first day of school for me.