Abuse

The next day I was in the pool area, scrubbing the bottom of the water-filled pool. I had to also drain the water and fill it with fresh water. I felt a large shove and a magical aura that held me underwater. I thrashed, my eyes shooting open to see Mother holding me under.

She lifted me up for a second, letting me breathe a bit and shiver. Then she shoved me back, slamming my back into the wall at lightning speed.

“You’re still cleaning up the pool, no matter, I have something better,” Mother laid me on the floor, I coughed up water and blood, then I stood slowly, following behind her.

My family was in the kitchen, a bottle of red sauce in Father’s magical grip. “We have something special for you!” Fancy laughed.

“Indeed,” Father smirked, patting his daughter’s back.

“What is it,” Fancy punched me, sending me staggering back.

“Did we do and you to speak?” Fancy asked.

“Anyway,” Mother smiled evilly, “we have here the hottest bottle of hot sauce in Canterlot, we will ask you a question and if you get it wrong we will pour how much we see fit until we’re bored.”

I whimpered, this was a new game of theirs. They got bored sometimes and decided to throw things like this into the mix. Last game, resulted in a terrible ache in my spine that lasted for a week.

“How many ways can you fry an egg,” Father asked after slapping me to get me to look up.

“Three,” I whimpered, “boiled, poached, and deviled.” He nodded in approval, but his look of hate remained.

“Why do you remove the seeds from a pepper,” Fancy asked.

“Too..” I never learned this one, I racked my brain and opened my mouth to answer but she grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth open and dumping several drops of the sauce into my mouth. She punched me until I swallowed and opened my mouth for proof.

The sauce instantly severed my mouth, I hyperventilated, cold air providing some relief, but that stopped when my mouth was levitated shut. “Do that again and We’ll dump the whole bottle into your mouth.”

“Now,” Father said, “why were you born?”

Father told the story many times, he and Mother came from racist families. They both owned ‘slaves’, but they were really just earth ponies that got paid really low for hard labor. They looked at the ultrasound and found an earth pony in Mother’s stomach. They were so angered that I dared to exist that from the moment I was born I was showed hatred and pain. Mainly from Fancy. I gave a rough copy of that story and passed the question.

“Spell encyclopedia BACKWARDS,” Mother asked.

“A, I, d, e, p, o, c, s—“ I caught my mistake but it didn’t matter. Mother shoved me to the ground and yanked my hair so my head tilted up, she drizzled a long squirt into my mouth, the excessive vinegar in the sauce, along with pepper, made me cringe and squeeze my eyes shut.

My head pounded, a surge of sodium like this could kill me, luckily, Father checked my body with his magic. He laughed, “we could watch out for her blood levels; keyword COULD.”

Fancy smiled to herself, “Starry, how do you stop pasta from clumping together?”

“Easy question, darling,” Mother snickered, reading the white words on the bottle.

“You can separate it,” I said, tentatively. I was rewarded by another filling off hot sauce. This went on for hours, they’d torment me, kicking my ribs, forcing me to the ground, pouring the hot sauce into my eyes and mouth.

They finished as the bottle ran empty, “aww,” fancy cooed, noticing my red, swollen eyes. “You’ll feel better soon!” Her horn gleamed and I felt my eyes and mouth heal, the sting from all of the pain leaving me.

“This is a reminder, to STUDY, maybe you could be invited back into the family if you knew a flying shit,” Father snarled, his tone something eviler than hatred. “Go to your room, and stay there until Fancy gets you.” I trotted to my room slowly, not daring to look back, just keeping my eyes on the marble tiles.