Damaged Goods

I hurriedly make breakfast before the rest of the pack strolled in for it. My black hair is dirty and greasy, and I put it in a messy bun on my head. I flip the last batch of pancakes before making scrambled eggs. I just finished plating it up when the first set of people stroll in. Some take their food quietly without so much as a glance my way. Others whose morning routine is incomplete without shoving me or pulling my hair do it before grabbing breakfast. I stay hidden in the shadows for when they need me to run an errand for them. "You there, grab me a glass of juice." A man orders, and I quickly get to work; I grab the jug of freshly squeezed juice and walk over to him. As I turn the contents into his cup, he suddenly grabs my butt and squeezes it. I jump in shock and fright, and the jug I'm holding falls from my hand. It lands on the floor with a loud crash. One woman screeches and pulls me by my hair. "You clumsy freak, look what you did to my shoes." I shake in fear and look down. "I'm, I'm so-sorry." I croak out. "I'm, I'm so-sorry." She says, mocking me. "Hurry and clean this up." She mutters, pushing me away. "Hurry up and get me a glass of juice." Someone else yells. "We need more eggs." Someone else yells. I tried to hurry to get everyone's orders as they screamed them. I was pouring water for someone when my eggs started burning. I rush to the stove and take out the pan, turning the stove off. I dump the eggs in the bin when someone grabs my arm aggressively. "Are you wasting food, you little freak." I try to shake my head no, but he grabs my arms tighter, I wince. "Are you lying to me now?" He asks anger written all over his face. "I-I w-was tr-trying to, to..." his slap cuts me off. I would have probably landed on the floor if he wasn't holding my arm. "Shut up you stuttering bitch." I try to swallow the scream of pain at the base of my throat. "Eat it." He orders I look at him in disbelief, he couldn't possibly be serious. "I said eat it you little ungrateful bitch." He says shoving me to the floor, I look up at him and around the kitchen. They've all stopped eating to watch me. I gulp down in fear, I look into the trash and at the lone fly buzzing around the bin. I dip my hand into the bin and pick a piece of burnt egg, my hands shake as I bring it close to my mouth to eat it. I chomp down on it trying to ignore the bitter taste and how gross it is. "Ew!" The rest of the pack say looking at me in disgust. Someone's phone is out taking pictures of me in this moment. I hear their whispers to one another. "She's so gross!" "That's what she gets for being the daughter of traitors." They continue to mutter vile things about me. "Come on, finish it up bitch." The man standing above me says angrily. I try to blink away the tears but I have no power over them just as I don't have power over anything else in my life. I continue to pick it up and eat slowly. "Hurry up b***h! We don't have all day!" Someone at the dining table says. I pick up the pieces of charred egg faster and stuff my mouth with them. Just as I finished the generous breakfast my pack just gave me; they begin to disperse from the kitchen. They all leave their plates on the dining for me to clean up. After they all leave, I drink the left-over juice and I eat the rest of their unwanted food and clean up the kitchen. As I finish up the dishes, I turn around and I see the man from earlier who grabbed my ass behind me. I jump back in fear. "Shh! Don't be scared of me." I look down wringing my hands together. "What Daniel did to you wasn't nice, how about you come over to my room later and I treat you to a nice and proper meal?" He says grabbing my waist his hand. I pull away from him and shake my head no. "Come on, it's just a meal. I promise I won't bite, unless you want me to." He says with a lewd smile on his face. I still shake my head no in response. He suddenly grabs me by my arm angrily. "You're so full of it you ugly b***h, you should be glad I even pay you the time of day. You deserve everything coming to you." He says spittle flying from his mouth before he pushes me hard and I fall on my butt. I wait for him to leave the kitchen before I stand up and walk out as well. I do the rest of my chores for the rest of the day, washing and cleaning. Pausing at intervals to make lunch and later on make dinner. I sigh in exhaustion as I enter my room in the basement and rest my back on the door, I can't really call it a room more like a storage. The ceiling is damp and the room smells of wet towels. I have few personal belongings here, three torn faded dresses and one threadbare cardigan. "Mum?" A small voice whispers at the corner, then came out from where she was hiding. I smile at her and open my arms for her to come in for a hug, she runs to me and hugs me. I sigh in relief, today wasn't as bad as other days, I escaped with less scars than usual. My happy moment was however ruined when a knock came through the door.