Chapter 3
I hear and feel simultaneously the front door slam shut as it quakes the house. I dawdle as much as I can before he orders me to come down. I steadily creep down the stairs, being careful not to antagonise him anymore but as I emerge I realise that today will be no different than yesterday.
WHAM! I cradle my stomach and hunch over protectively. I rack my brains attempting to work out what I've done this time. The pain sears through my tears as I gasp for breath. He rapidly repeats it tine and time again. WHAM! BANG! I curl into a ball defensively. He shrieks horrible words which fill my mind. Ugly. Disappointed. Worthless. He withdraws as I taste warm metallically blood that trickles down my cheek. I rush to my bedroom, not looking back, and barely have enough energy to lock the door. Millie follows and I collapse onto my worn bed.
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