You Bare My Mark ( My Mate Series)

02 - Chapter Two - Quinn Woflin's Point Of View.

(Flashback)

"Mama are you okay," I asked walking towards her. She extended her hand and slapped me roughly. Though this is not the first time she laid her hands on me. She's sick & I need to simply help her.

"Go get me more wine! Waste of space!”

Ouch. I brushed off her words even though they cut deeply. Mama will be okay. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed her another bottle of wine, this is bottle two. I hand it to her and she grabs the bottle but not before hitting me with the empty one.

"Get out of my sight, you little bastard!"

“Yes, mama."

I drag my feet as I walk away from the living room. She would call me again. She always did.

My door flew open and I could see the hate in her eyes, they were once so bright and happy. Now they are dark and soulless. The hurt had ruined mama, she would never be the same again.

"Why do you have to look just like him baby-boy."

"I don't know ma---"

Smack

"I hate you because you look just like him, Are you going to leave me just like he did?"

“No mama, never."

Smack

"Good Boy!"

She then grabbed me by my arm and threw me out of my bedroom and down the stairs.

"Make me food, you little whore!"

I pushed myself off the floor ignoring all the aches and pains as I walked to the kitchen and began to make food. I would make a simple pasta. I turned on the stove and put water in the pot.

"Hurry up I'm hungry, little whore!”

"Ok, I will hurry mama.”

I turned the heat all the way up and all but begged the pot to boil faster. I needed to hurry! Once the water did boil I threw the noodles in and then started on the sauce. Mama would bitch if there was too much spice or not enough spices. She also hated not enough meat in her pasta. I grabbed the handle on the pot. The handle burned my skin. I let out a yelp and dropped the pot on the countertop all the water went spilling everywhere.

"You little bastard! you did that on purpose, you made that mess!"

"No Mama, I'm sorry."

I hurried to clean the spilled water. I wanted and needed to run my burning hand under cold water but I knew I far worse beating would come if I didn't clean this mess right away. I quickly put the pasta in the strainer and then rinsed it before putting it back in the pot. I poured the meat sauce over and waited for the noodles to heat back up before I called mama to dinner.

"Mama, dinner is done."

She came into the room all wobbly, but she made it to the table.

"Well, Are you going to serve me you little fuck?"

“Yes, Ma'am.”

I served her, her plate of dinner. She would make me wait until she finished eating for she would let me eat. she took a few bites before she through the plate at me. It hit me in the face, then she began to scream.

"You are so useless, Quinn! No ones ever going to love you, you can't even cook! I should have never birthed you, you ruined everything!"

I swear at that moment my heart broke, mama I'm sorry.

"I'm going out, you better have this shit cleaned up when I get home or else I will give you the biggest beating you ever had!"

I stood right where I was, as she left she pushed me down on the cold hard floor. She was always like this, she had bruised me more times then I could count. The thought I ever had in my mind at this time was- Mama why can't you love me like you once did?