Swept Off My Feet... By a Vampire?! [[The Beginning]]
Chapter 4 : Swept Off My Feet... By a Vampire?! [[Mommy Dearest]]
The sliding glass door screeched open. The wood had swelled and pressed the metal of the door against of the metal frame. How typical.
"Terra, could you come here please?"
Goody.
She always started out nice and by the time we are done 'talking', I've got a new bruise to add to my collection.
"Yes mommy dearest, just one second."
I take off my wet socks and shoes and walk to the living room on tiptoe. A habit I've had since I was a child.
"Terra! You're soaking wet! You'll ruin the floors!"
I glance down at the ugly orange carpet. "As if they could get any worse?" I scoff.
"Dont you ever back talk me!" She sips on an amber colored liquid from a short glass.
Brandy.
"I'd like to show you something Terra. What did I tell you about eating cereal?"
"Not to." I eat it anyways but I'm too careful for her to notice.
"Follow me into the kitchen." And even though I know I shouldnt, I do anyways.
"Whats this Terra?"
There's a small brown sphere on the floor and it looks to be a Cocoa Puff.
"Cat food," I look at her innocently.
"Okay then, get down and eat it."
"NO WAY!"
"Because its cereal, isnt it? You little bitch, you've been sneaking cereal behind my back! I bet if I cut you open right now it would spill from your stomach." She reaches over twards the knife rack.
What she doesnt realize is that we dont even have Cocoa Puffs right now.
She's swaying a bit and I realize she's already drunk and I have about 10 seconds to get to my room before she starts freaking out.
I start to back up slowly, just as her hand encloses on the handle of a knife.
I bolt for my room. I just have to round the corner and shoot down the hallway and up two sets of steps.
Yes, she forces me to sleep in the attic.
I turn the corner.
Shit.
I trip over an end table that has my favorite White Bat Flower on it. The vase shatters on the already scuffed floors and I stumble, trying to get over the glass. A piece gets shoved into the front of my foot but I keep going, and with every step i take, it gets deeper.
I'm halfway up the first flight when I hear Karissa screaming. She'd tripped over the toppled end table and onto the glass also. She was laying on her stomach trying to push her way up without hurting herself more.
I ignore her and continue up the stairs, favoring my right foot.
Boy am I going to get it later...
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