Repeat History

"Filthy little slut."
"Stupid tramp."
"Pathetic excuse for a daughter."
"You are not even needed in this family."
"Why are you still around?"

--

His words echoed through Emily's mind as she watched her Father and her youngest sister, Hellia, near the house they inhabited.

"Why do you still refuse to give me wine?" Hellia asked her Father sternly, crossing her arms.

Hellfire just sighed for an answer, running one of his hands through his black, silky, and soft hair.

"I've went over this before with you, Hellia, but you have to wait ," Hellfire eyed Hellia, "That is always gonna be my answer."

"You made Emily drink it at age 5," Hellia argued, glaring daggers at Hellfire. "Why's that?"

"That's different." Hellfire simply answered.

Different...

"How exactly does it make it different?" Emily finally spoke up, making her presence known to her Father and sister.

Hellia and Hellfire turned their glances to Emily, kinda shocked she was there the whole time, but it was barely noticeable for these two demons.

Emily made her way towards them, and looked up at her so called "father". She repeated herself.

"Well?"

"Don't even start," Hellfire said sternly, looking down at his daughter, "I'm serious."

"No," Hellia interrupted, "we want answers, damn it! You always push everything away when Emily is involved, acting like it nothing ever happened."

Hellfire gave a small growl in Hellia's direction, "Hellia--"

"She does deserve answers," Emily said, keeping her calm in front of Hellfire, "everyone does, don't you think? Did that talk mean nothing to you? Are you still mad at me for telling Mother and everyone else how you were beating me?"

Hellfire glared deeply at the smaller Hellfire, clenching both his fists tightly.

"The past is the past, nothing will change that." Hellfire sternly said.

"You seem to repeat history a lot, don't you?" Emily asked calmly.

"I will make it repeat if you keep up the attitude," Hellfire growled, then glanced at Hellia, "let Emily's actions be a good lesson to you--"

WHAP!

--

Hellfire clenched his fist tightly after slapping the smaller child, as she whimpered in pain. She held her cheek with one hand, looking up a her scary father.

He growled at the child, grabbing her wrist and tearing her hand off her cheek.

"Stop being such a little baby! Pain is good for you! Ever stop to think about that you filthy little whore?"

--

Hellfire held his cheek, looking at his eldest daughter.

Emily growled deeply at her Father, who had recently lost her temper.

Hellia stared in utter shock, even though she had indeed grew up since that incident, she had never seen her sister--let alone Emily-- perform any sort of action towards their father. Violent or not.

"Would you shut the hell up already?!" Emily snapped, "you want to hit me so hard right now, I know you do! Just do it, already! Stop pretending that you don't!"

Hellfire stared at Emily, slowly removing his hand from his face.

"Just do it!" Emily repeated, clenching both her fists tightly, preparing for a slap across the face.

Hellfire put his hand up as he breathed heavy in utter anger.

Hellia stared. She wanted to get involved, but she knew this was a bad idea...was Father gonna hit her? Risking their Mother to get more angry and possible divorce him?

Hellfire waited a minute, then..

...

He put his hand down.