Natalie's POV.
I woke up when I heard yelling coming from downstairs. I pulled my old Tinkerbell blanket over and got up when I heard my father say, "Natalie! Get down here this instant!" I scurried my seven year old feet as fast as I could down the steps. I took a glance at the the clock as I passed. It read 4:47 am. I stood to a stop when I reached the living room. The house was a mess, as if things were thrown recently. I held my face to the ground as my father stood up and walked over to me. My hands were behind my back, shamefully, bracing what was going to come to me this time. I felt my dad's hot drunken breath in my ear as he came close. "Clean this mess up. I don't want to hear a peep come out of your mouth. Got it? Oh, and when you're finished, your chore list is on the table. A
