"Get here child!" The mother calls from the dark.
Freddy scrambles to his feet in rag clothes and a bleeding nose.
"You didn't do the dishes!" She walks out from the shadow with a whip. "You're being a demon child again."
"M-mother, please. I'm already bruised, it won't happen again."
"Shut up, Child! You need to be taken care of, that's how God will accept the mistake that you are."
"N-no. Please."
"Click"
My eyes fly open at the sound, everything is still blurry, I push my contact in place and move up while wincing from the pounding headache. I can feel a stamp on my face, I reach up touching my face only for my hands to get sticky from dried blood.
I limp to the door, weakly pushing only to find it open. I go for the shower first and get rid of the blood from my open wound
