“You have two arms don’t you? Do your own damned hair!” I shouted angrily at them. Cristyne gaped at me, her brows furrowed in affront. Margarete stood before me, she was taller than I was and her furious eyes burned down into my skull.

“You would dare speak to us like that?” she hissed at me.

“I will speak to you however I please!” I felt the sting of the cold flesh of her hand against my cheek before I even saw her arm raised. I stared at her in horror, my own hand going up to touch my burning face.

“HOW DARE YOU!”

“YOU BITCH!” I cried and drew back my fist to punch her square in the jaw. She staggered back and I stood there with my chest heaving in anger and my own cheek still burning.

“You will pay for that!” She shrieked and the next thing I knew her claws were in my hair and I was wrestling her to the ground. Cristyne fled to get her mother and we were pried apart, snarling and spitting at each other.

Another slap to my cheek and I looked up at what I would very soon know as my wicked stepmother.