I'm listening

Yes Mother, I'm Listining

And exactly who are you?
I-I'm Kait..
What makes you think you can talk to me?
I'm sor...
No! I'm sorry.
Bethany starts to kick me. In my stomach, face, everywhere. I came home to bruises and blood. Why me? Why does it have to be me? I keep on asking myself that same exact question.
I walk inside my house and start trotting up the stairs but trying to be quite.
Kaitlin? Is that you? Mom murmured.
Yeah it's me..
Where did you just come from?
U-uh... I just came from school.
Really? At 10:00 at night?
Okay well I got in a little fight.
Let me guess, same as always. By any chance was it Bethany?
Y-yeah.
Go get yourself cleaned up in the bathroom, I can't believe your my daughter, you can't stand up for yourself! Can you....Are you even listening to me? Do what I say! Go clean up immediately! NOW!
Yes Mother, I'm listening.