Winter POV
Smack. I can feel the sting as he slaps me directly across the face. I put a hand to my cheek. His face is inches from mine and I can smell the sour taste of his breath. "You stupid b***h" he hisses, "where's the beer."
I had forgotten we were out. It was my job to keep the fridge fully stocked, but between school and studying it had slipped my mind. I guess I should be thankful that he left money for his beer, but hardly anything else for actual food.
"I forgot" I mumble, dropping my head to my chest and hoping he might show mercy. But he shows none. Instead he grabs hold of my arm and twists it as I cry out from the pain, shoving me in front of him and down to the basement, the one place I fear most in the world.
"Please" I beg, but he ignores my pleas for mercy, shoving
