You Bare My Mark ( My Mate Series)
02 - Chapter Two - Quinn Woflin's Point Of View.

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

(Flashback)

"Mama are you okay," I asked walking towards her. She extended herhand and slapped me roughly. Though this is not the first time she laidher 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 willbe okay. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed her another bottle ofwine, this is bottle two. I hand it to her and she grabs the bottle but notbefore 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 meagain. She always did.

My door flew open and I could see the hate in her eyes, they were onceso bright and happy. Now they are dark and soulless. The hurt hadruined 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 mejust like he did?"

“No mama, never."

Smack

"Good Boy!"

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

"Make me food, you little whore!"

I pushed myself off the floor ignoring all the aches and pains as Iwalked to the kitchen and began to make food. I would make a simplepasta. 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 boilfaster. I needed to hurry! Once the water did boil I threw the noodles inand then started on the sauce. Mama would bitch if there was toomuch spice or not enough spices. She also hated not enough meat inher 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 waterwent 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 myburning hand under cold water but I knew I far worse beating wouldcome if I didn't clean this mess right away. I quickly put the pasta in thestrainer and then rinsed it before putting it back in the pot. I pouredthe meat sauce over and waited for the noodles to heat back up beforeI 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 shefinished eating for she would let me eat. she took a few bites beforeshe through the plate at me. It hit me in the face, then she began toscream.

"You are so useless, Quinn! No ones ever going to love you, you can'teven 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 orelse 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 coldhard floor. She was always like this, she had bruised me more timesthen 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?