Sweet Cake's Tale

Something DEPRESSING shall emit from my not working properly hands... 
(This be anthro i have no idea how to portray that) 


    SweetCake sat up from her not so soft bed with a large grin on her face. It was her 7th birthday and she was ready to tell the world. 
    "Mom! Mom! It's my birthday! My birthday!" Sweet shouted as though her mom wouldn't know. The young filly raced down the stairs, shouting this all the way down. She skittered towards the kitchen but froze and skidded to a halt when she noticed something was very wrong. A thin trail of bright red was brushed across the floor, as though someone had dipped their tail in red paint and staggered to the kitchen. The foal hesitantly padded towards the kitchen. 
    "My birthday....?" The filly muttered. She nudged open the door to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway. She stared in horror at the crimson mess. Her poor 7 yr old mind couldn't compute with what had happened. She took a slow step further into the kitchen. 
    "Happy birthday." A voice she hadn't heard for years crept down her spin. She spun around to face her father. He smiled devilishly at her. "Hope you like your present dear." He pulled something out of his bloody  bag and rolled it towards SweetCake. It was the head of her mother. 
    The filly's head swam. She fell over and stared at her father. He continued smiling at her as he backed away. Soon he was gone, leaving a sobbing foal behind. 

    The police had done nothing to help her the night before. Her elder sister had come home drunk and she had to deal with her abusive words alone. Sweet was tired of the cruel names and the pain that Velvet inflicted on her.
    "Guess I'm spending my 16th birthday alone, so much for sweet 16." SweetCake muttered as she slumped into her slovenly room. She peered at herself through the mirror on her wall. A large bruise patterned her cheek. She sighed heavily and was going to flop down on her bed when her phone rang. She grabbed it and pulled it to her ear.
    "I thought you was comin over tonight. It's cho birfday you gots to party!" A very obviously faked female voice said on the other end. SweetCake snorted. 
    "Whirl, honey, why are you calling me?" She asked the 10 yr old. 
    "Fleeter was too afraid to ask you-" The boy's voice was cut off as someone pulled the phone from him. 
    "Uh hey sorry Sweet, my brother can be a nuisance but uh i was wondering if you could like come over, or i could pick you up.." The much deeper and clearly nervous voice asked.
    "If you could pick me up that would be super cool!" SweetCake replied, "See you then!" She didn't wait for her boyfriend to respond she just slammed down the phone and jumped up to get dressed. 
    About an hour later the doorbell rang. Velvet was still out of the house, leaving Sweet with the ability to leave at her leisure. She opened the front door to Fleeter standing there, in a hoodie and jeans looking miserable in the rain. 
    "Hey, so my dad's car won't work and my mom works late so we have to walk to my house.." Fleeter said, he smiled nervously to effect. 
    "That actually sounds fun!" SweetCake replied with her first real smile in several weeks. 

I will continue writing about these babs but have this for now 

im ignoring my Carpal Tunnel if you cant tell