The Great and Powerful Filly

“Who the hell do you think you are little lady?” the slurred words sputtered out of the orange pegasus’ mouth.

I recoil slightly from his breath. As always its heavy with the smell of liquor. The man who has hated me since the day I was born. My father is the worst father a filly could have. He’s normally always drunk with his messed up green hair. But he does manage to sober up when mom is home.

“why can’t you be more like your mother?” he pauses only long enough to take another swig from his bottle. “she is responsible, dependable, and… something else!”

he had only barely managed to pass high school and by rumors I hear from other pegasi; cloudsdale was pretty happy to get rid of him.

“what would your mother say about this hmmm?” he uses that hmm to take yet another swig from his bottle.

“she wou-…,” I stop myself from continuing that sentence. Arguing with this man was like trying to convince a timberwolf to go vegetarian. you’re only going to get eaten alive.

“what was that? Did you want to add something”

“n-no,” I mumble out.

“no? now listen here you… you…,” he grumbles out unable to think of the right word to call me. “your mother is gone all day or is gone most of the week doing her shows. That then leaves me in charge of you.” The last words are harsh as he blurts out. I recoil slightly since he has the tendency to smack me sometimes when he’s like this.

“well do you want to finish what you said?” he starts staring me down.

“N-no… I didn’t say anything,” I am avoiding his ugly dirty face in hopes that he simply sends me to my room.

“I said finish what you were going to say,” his voice slightly raises as his anger also increases.

“she… would…,” I try to start

“go on!” he barks.

“she would…,” tears start to gather in my eyes for I know if I say what I wanted to it would not end up well for me. “she would be… kinder than you!” I finally manage to shout at him. There is a moment of silence as my words slowly seep into his thick head.

“oh really? She would be ‘kinder than me’,” his voice is to normal for comfort and now I’m starting to fidget. “the only reason she is kind to you now is because she doesn’t have to be with you all the time like I am,” his words are like daggers with each word he spits out, and he knows it. My mother and I are very close; which is probably why he hates me so much. Cause I’m the one who took her away from him.

The tears in my eyes are now starting to stream down my face. I can’t stand being in front of him anymore. I push past him, which took an effort to do since I’m so much smaller than him, and ran upstairs to lock myself in my room. I flop onto my bed and just let the waves of sobs come. It wasn’t too long that I eventually fell asleep; it was a long night and an even longer morning. As I lay dreaming on my bed I sense a presence enter my room. I stiffen in fear that it is my father come to torment me more. But instead a soft face presses against mine. Her face nuzzles mine and then a soft kiss is put on my forehead.

“Goodnight sweetie,” come the pleasant soothing words from my mother.