Introduction
"I'm not sure, miss." Said Sarah, her embarrassed face hidden beneath her dark hair. Of course, she was sure what the answer to the question was, but her classmates have been giving her so much hassle lately that she just stopped applying herself.
Miss Clovis frowned inwardly. This wasn't like Sarah, she may not have always been the first one to answer, but she was certainly the first one to always get the answers correct. Something was definitely going through this young ladys' mind. "Alright, Sarah, if you don't know, then you don't know. Jacob, can you answer?"
Sarah took her seat, her face blood red and her dark eyes teary as Jacob stood to answer.
Jacob was her twin brother, and he knew what was up. He knew the problems she was having. A recent break-up, losing her best friend in a car accident, and the death of Herby, her beloved pet gerbil. Any more stress on her, and she might crack.
She was saved any more embarrassment by the bell. "Class dismissed." Said Miss Clovis, her soft blue eyes on Sarah, "Sarah, may I see-" But it was too late, Sarah was already out the door and headed to her locker.
Chapter 1
"Sarah, set the table, supper is almost done, dear." Yelled Jane from the kitchen. "Jacob, wake your father up, will you hun? Lord knows, he may join us today."
Sarah and Jacob exchanged looks, they both know what the response to that would be. Their father haven't joined them for supper in almost 3 months now, and when he did wake up to get some food, he complained that it was cold. Sometimes his yelling would keep them up until it was time to go back to school.
Jacob frowned and headed to his parents room to wake up his father, swearing under his breath that Sarah always got the easier job, hell, he would rather clean the bathroom with his tongue than try to wake up that sluggish oaf of man.
Sarah headed to the kitchen, her baby sister, Romilly close at her heels. Romilly was almost 3 years old now, and was growing like a weed. When she wasn't chasing her mother everywhere, she was chasing her sister.
"So, what's for supper mom?" Asked Sarah, trying to approach the subject carefully, she knows how tight money has been lately since her father quit his job. Quit, more like got fired for drinking. She moved Romilly out of her way so she wouldn't trip over her and set the plates on the table.
Jane sighed, "Well, dear. I had to make do with what I had, so we're having steamed veggies and beans. We have no bread to soak in the gravy so just try to eat what you can."
Sarah nodded and set the table obediently. She looked up as Jacob entered the room, "Dad said to just put a plate up for him." Of course, that wasn't what he actually said, and everyone in the room seemed to know it, but no one said another word. They ate their supper in complete silence, except for Romilly, who stuck up a lovely conversation with a piece of steamed carrot. Sarah and Jacob did the dishes while Jane bathed Romilly and then the twins headed to their rooms to do their homework.
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Later that night, Jane was sitting on the sofa reading the rest of her novel, a few unfinished short stories of her own cluttering the surrounding area, when Frank stumbled downstairs. She looked up and forced a sweet smile his way, "Hello dear, supper is in the stove. It's cold by now so I'll go warm it up for you." She said as she rose to her feet, setting her novel aside.
"I don't want no stinkin' supper. The way you cook, disgusting." Slurred Frank, rubbing his bloodshot eyes. He was sober, and angry.
Jane sat back down, unsure whether he was serious or not. "Well, do you want me to wake up the chef?" She said in a sarcastic tone, "I'm sure he can make something to suit your needs better." She regretted the words as soon as they were out of her mouth, but too late, Frank's hand already made contact with her cheek. Leaving the side of her face stinging and red.
"Oh shit, honey. I'm so sorry, you know I don't mean it when I do that, you just make me so angry sometimes." He said, his tone sweet and soft, his eyes cold and unforgiving. He helped her to her feet and looked at her, feigning worry.
"It's alright, Frank. I know you didn't. I forgive you."
"Good." He said, his tone gone hard and stale, like old bread, "Now get in the kitchen and if you be good, " he pinched her bottom, HARD. "I may treat you to dessert in the bedroom."
Jane winced and bit her tongue to prevent from crying out. "What would you like to eat, dear?" She said softly.
"You know, let's skip the main course and go straight to dessert." Frank said, growling in her ear and rubbing her breasts.
Jane bit her tongue to prevent from blowing up at him, first he complains about her cooking, then he hits her, and now he wants her in the bedroom? What is going through this man's mind? Or rather, what isn't going through his mind. Common sense certainly wasn't among the top 5 items.
"Frank, please. I'm not in the mood." She said quietly, her voice barely audible.
"You're never in the mood, Jane. Sometimes I wonder why I'm still with you."
She turned around to face him, blowing up completely. She didn't care if another blow hit, this had to be let out. "Why you're still with me?" She said, her green eyes stern on her husband's brown ones. "If anything, Frank, I would like to know why I put up with you, day in and day out. The twins are old enough to know what's going on and Romilly barely even sees you. In all honesty, Frank. You're nothing but an inconvenience to this family."
Frank frowned, "Well, if I'm so much of an inconvenience, why don't you take the kids and GE-" but Jane didn't let him finish.
"The reason why I don't leave is because even after all this bullshit, I still love you. And no matter what the children say, I know they love you too." She sighs, knowing this was all a lie but she was too tired for a fight tonight. "I'm sorry, Frank. I'm just tired. I'll warm up your supper and I'll keep you company while you eat it, how does that sound?"
Frank grumbled, "Damn right, you're sorry. And I don't want no stinkin' supper. I'm going back to bed, with you."
Jane sighed and let him lead her to their room where he stripped her naked and began kissing her with passion.
Within a few minutes it was all over. Frank lay on his back snoring in deep sleep while Jane curled into a ball and silently cried herself to a fretful sleep.
This is all I got so far. I need pointers and ideas 
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