I yelp when my hair was been pulled roughly.
"Good morning fag, now is time to face hell!" Anthony yanked me up, and matched me to the stairs with a firm grip on my hair.
He brutally pushed me to the wooden floor, as we entered what seem like a living room. The b***h was smoking on the worn out coughs staring carelessly at me. Anthony excited the room probably gone for something to hit.
I stare at the wooden floor waiting for the terrible beaten while the b***h grab something from the table, she got up taking slow steps toward me and I shifted uncomfortably.
"Hey guess you're hungry, is been two days," she said, there was no hint of seriousness in her voice rather mockery. I furrowed my brows still staring at the floor.
She dropped the plate that hit the floor having fries sprawl all
