Blackening heart

Angry and loud footsteps stormed up the stairs, there was a woman and a man yelling harsh curses at each other, while their child only smiled smugly at the chaos.

"I will not accept this embarrassment any longer, that devil's child is out of fucking control!" the man angrily yelled. He blamed his wife, how could she raise such a Jezebel and call her his daughter?!

Mrs. Hendrix certainly wasn't going to take all the blame, who did he think he was forcing it all on her? "If you were actually around maybe she wouldn't have ended up this way!"

"And how would this family survive? If I didn't work my ass off how would we afford this house in such a high-class community? How would you be able to live the glamorous life you're living?" her husband yelled.

Mrs. Hendrix's mouth opened and closed, but no words could be formulated from her trembling lips. "Thought so," he commented before grumbling on his way up the stairs, loud enough for the woman that quietly trailed behind him to hear.

"All I asked of you was to care for my children and satisfy my needs, is it really that difficult?"

"There's two of them, it's not as easy as you think," she dared to argue.

"I told you to dispose of the other child."

"That would've been too cruel."

Mr. Hendrix never fully claimed Amaira as his child even though he watched with his own eyes her being born from his wife. The doctors labeled her a phenomenon since she somehow managed to stay hidden in Mrs. Hendrix's womb up until the final moment of her birth.

And to make things worse, she was the only blue-eyed blonde in a family of green-eyed brunettes...she looked nothing like them!

Amaira's parents stormed into her room expecting to see it a complete mess mostly destroyed by fire as described to them by Natalia but to their surprise, the room was in perfect condition.

"Natalia said the bed was burnt to nothing," Mrs. Hendrix commented as she glided her hand across the soft sheets of the bed Amaira rested.

"I've even seen the videos of the firetrucks being here and smoke coming from her room," she added looking to her husband for his take on the matter.

"Amaira loves attention, she might've just made a small fire to raise alarm and even contacted the fire station," Mr. Hendrix told his wife. He glared at Amaira, "But her antics today will be her last, I won't tolerate it anymore."

"What are you planning to do?"

"She needs help, Katherine," Mr. Hendrix started. "I'll be sending her to the church to be exorcised." He was convinced there was certainly a demon in his daughter that caused her to behave this way.

"Wake up, Amaira!" he loudly commanded, but she didn't even shift under the covers of her bed. But the slow upward and downward movement of her chest proved that she was indeed alive...only sleeping.

He violently shook her while yelling at her to stop pretending to be asleep, but his actions were interrupted by the voice of the girl he claimed was his only daughter.

"Don't expect her to wake up anytime soon, Daddy," Jenna started. She waved the empty bottle of his most expensive whiskey in her hand, "I found this on the kitchen counter."

Mr. Hendrix's eyes threatened to pop from their sockets as a huge vein appeared on his wrinkled forehead. You'd think he was angry before, but now, he was furious!

His hand rose and fell harshly on Amaira's cheek leaving a large red print, the sound echoed throughout the room, frightening the hearts of both his wife and Jenna.

The slap most certainly stung, but Amaira still didn't wake up which infuriated her father even more. "You can still pretend to be asleep you ungrateful bitch!"

"Jenna, leave this room immediately," Katherine told her visibly excited daughter.

She pouted and whined, "But mom..."

"Don't make me repeat myself." With that warning and her mother's eyes narrowed threateningly at her, Jenna left without arguing but didn't hide the disappointment on her face.

"Why do I have to miss out on all the action," she grumbled unhappily under her breath as she closed Amaira's room door behind her.

"You need to calm down, George," Katherine tried appeasing her husband. "At least wait until she's awake to punish her."

"How can I calm down?!" he yelled angrily. "Do you know how much that bottle of whiskey that this stupid bitch drank carelessly is worth?!"

"She must face my wrath now!" he yelled as he tugged on the blanket that covered Amaira's body, but to both their surprise, she was naked underneath.

Somehow, George got even angrier as another vein popped up on his already crowded forehead. There was nothing Katherine could say or do in an attempt to appease him this time, for she was in too much of a shock and filled with disappointment.

'My daughter is a slut,' were her only thoughts as she stared at her daughter's naked upper half. 'Entertaining a man in her parents' house just to have him leave her naked under the covers like this, how much more will she embarrass us?'

Katherine could only look away as her husband continuously assaulted their daughter's face with his hands as he yelled at her to wake up. She clenched her eyes shut hoping that Amaira would wake up already as the guilt nipped more and more at her blackening heart.

One side of her wanted to stop him, but the other side couldn't help but feel that Amaira deserved all that was happening to her. 'She brought this on herself,' she thought. 'She should know better than to anger her father.'

Her eyes shot wide open when she heard the cracking of bones and her husband's loud pained groan. One of his fingers was somehow bent in the opposite direction, but that was not all, there was now a red-eyed devil hugging her daughter from behind.