I woke up the next morning and got out of bed. A minor stomach cramp rose quickly making me groan in pain.
Silence hung over the house as I stumbled into the bathroom.
He must've left.. I told myself as I flushed the toilet.
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I turned on the TV, searching for something to watch. It was ten thirty am and I was bored of doing chores Nate left for me.
I wonder what Edith and Gali are doing right now... My mind wandered over to a few memories of them.
I ended up crying my eyes out, throwing the remote across the room, and flipped the coffee table shattering the glass.
Grabbing a knife from the kitchen, I began to stab the furniture. First the pillows, then the couch, and ran up to my room, continuously stabbing my bed.
Shaking in anger and fear, I screamed so hard, my voice became raw.
I heard the front door open and gasped. FUCK, HE CAME BACK!!!! SHIT!!!!
"ANNA!!!! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS DOWN HERE AND EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED!!!" He bellowed, closing the door.
I quickly hid the knife and timidly came out to see Nate furious with me. "Y-yes sir?"
"Get down here, NOW!!" He demanded, making me flinch as I came down to face him.
He then smacked me so hard, I winced in pain and began to repeatedly punch me in the stomach, causing me to double over.
"WHY THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU DO THIS?! HUH?! ANSWER THE GODDAMN QUESTION, ANNA!!!" Nate furiously said, pulling me up by my shirt.
I sobbed, tears rapidly spilling from my eyes. "I'm sorry, Nate!! Please!! I beg of you!!"
He then threw me to the glass-shattered floor, thus making blood gush out of my nose. As I laid on the floor sobbing my eyes out, he coldly added: "Never again will I trust you to be alone in this house." and climbed upstairs, where he went to his room.
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Staring at me from the kitchen, Nate cleared his throat and I looked up, still upset from earlier. He got up and walked towards me, eyes still fixed upon mine.
I recoiled a bit as I looked back at him, my lip slightly quivering in fear. Nate cracked a small chuckle as he caressed my cheek, making my bottom jaw shake.
"I-I should go..." I muttered softly , not taking my eyes off him.
"Where?" He suddenly asked, a slight hint of suspicious hanging in his tone.
I flinched quickly, and responded: "T-To my room."
"Fine.. "