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5:50 PM
Monday, May 16, 2011
As the kettle slowly boiled, she felt her father’s presence coming from behind her. She turned around to greet him but the look on his face made her stop dead in her tracks and release a gasp of fear. He was livid, she knew that much. ‘If looks could kill’ passed through her mind, the phrase never sounding so real than that exact moment.
She heard him scream in obvious anger, as he swiftly walked towards her pitiful form. He slapped her hard across the face, causing her to flinch in pain.
“You stupid bitcth! How could you? How fucking could you?”
She stood, silently taking it all in as he kept attacking her with words and hits. She was too shocked to move, but at the same time she couldn’t shake off the feeling of guilt building inside her heart. It had been her fault all along, after all. She was to blame, she deserved every single treatment.
She closed her eyes in pain and let herself tune out his voice.
She deserved it, she kept telling herself.
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