I'm Broken
Chapter four
Shay's POV
"SHAY! Get up here and clean this unruly mess!" My father yelled from the top of the basement stairs. I can't believe I'm grounded.
"Yes sir!" I rushed upstairs and assessed the damage from the "guests" Father had over last night.
The living room looked like it was murdered. Trash everywhere, along with dishes. The kitchen was even worse. I sighed and set to work.
"You missed a spot pathetic worm."
" Where?" I asked politely. The Father dumped the entire milk jug right in the middle of the living room. I instantly started soaking up the liquid, and as that soaked up, I vacuumed, scrubbed, dusted, and mopped. When that was done, I threw the towel, rags, and what not in the washer, and cleaned the rest of the milk mess up.
"Fine, you're done. Go back to your room mutt." Father said, throwing a plastic lunch bowl container at me.
I didn't care what is was, I clutched it to my chest and ran to my room. I hate him so much. Ever since Mom died and my sister moved in with Grams, Father has treated me like a horrible maid. He sometimes hits me, or lets his "friends" hurt me. As soon as I entered my room, Save You Tonight by 1D (note: I probably got that song wrong, sorry. It's been a while since I've listened to their songs) started going off. I ran to my phone and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Shay! Zayn was totes trying to catch you at this party! OH MY GOSH! I HUGGED NIALL, SAT ON LOUIS'S LAP, GOT PULLED AWAY FROM LARRY STYLINSON BY LIAM, AND COMPLETELY HIT ON BY HARRY!! Sorry, had to freak out. Anyways, I called to ask if you were ok. I was spying on you through the skylight in your living room. Shall I murder you quote on quote Father now, or later? I could plea insanity at court." Tish rambled.
"No. You can't murder him. To answer your question by the way, yes I'm fine. Meet me at the passage way. Father is about to go to bed. See you when he's out." I whispered hurriedly and hung up. This was our routine every time I got grounded.
"SHAY! Get up here and clean this unruly mess!" My father yelled from the top of the basement stairs. I can't believe I'm grounded.
"Yes sir!" I rushed upstairs and assessed the damage from the "guests" Father had over last night.
The living room looked like it was murdered. Trash everywhere, along with dishes. The kitchen was even worse. I sighed and set to work.
"You missed a spot pathetic worm."
" Where?" I asked politely. The Father dumped the entire milk jug right in the middle of the living room. I instantly started soaking up the liquid, and as that soaked up, I vacuumed, scrubbed, dusted, and mopped. When that was done, I threw the towel, rags, and what not in the washer, and cleaned the rest of the milk mess up.
"Fine, you're done. Go back to your room mutt." Father said, throwing a plastic lunch bowl container at me.
I didn't care what is was, I clutched it to my chest and ran to my room. I hate him so much. Ever since Mom died and my sister moved in with Grams, Father has treated me like a horrible maid. He sometimes hits me, or lets his "friends" hurt me. As soon as I entered my room, Save You Tonight by 1D (note: I probably got that song wrong, sorry. It's been a while since I've listened to their songs) started going off. I ran to my phone and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Shay! Zayn was totes trying to catch you at this party! OH MY GOSH! I HUGGED NIALL, SAT ON LOUIS'S LAP, GOT PULLED AWAY FROM LARRY STYLINSON BY LIAM, AND COMPLETELY HIT ON BY HARRY!! Sorry, had to freak out. Anyways, I called to ask if you were ok. I was spying on you through the skylight in your living room. Shall I murder you quote on quote Father now, or later? I could plea insanity at court." Tish rambled.
"No. You can't murder him. To answer your question by the way, yes I'm fine. Meet me at the passage way. Father is about to go to bed. See you when he's out." I whispered hurriedly and hung up. This was our routine every time I got grounded.