Red woke with a start, and screamed. Searing pain erupted from her scalp and she was torn from her warm bed. Her knees collided with solid wood, and she was held up by her hair by her father.
"You were with him again!" he yelled, his face was contorted with rage.
"Jason, please," Red could hear her mothers voice from somewhere behind her fathers towering figure.
Her father dropped her hair, and straightened.
Red was suddenly blinded by candle light. She touched her head gingerly.
"Answer me!" he said.
Red looked up blinking trying to summon innocence and confusion. She could hear her brother crying in the bed, and her mother stepping forward, cooing. "Who?" She thought it sounded very convincing.
Her father slapped her. "You know exactly who I mean," he said harshly.
She bit the inside of her cheek to keep back the snide remarks forming in her head. "I haven't seen him," she said calmly.
His large hand wrapped itself around her shoulder and dragged her to her feet. She could feel his fingers bruising her skin in the vice like grip.
"Dad, your hurting me," she said trying to pry him off.
"I'm going to hurt you a lot more if you don't start telling me the truth," he said and started to take her over his knee.
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