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Y/n sat at the dinner table, her three brothers chatting and laughing with their father. She pushed the food around her plate.
Y/n felt like an outsider, a stranger in her own family. She didn't understand why they treated her this way, why they blamed her for her mother's departure.
As the meal ended, Y/n's father stood, his chair scraping against the floor.
She could stop eating too. He stared at her, “You haven't finished your food, you think it's easy to earn money? That you waste it?”
“I am sorry.” Y/n looked down, and then quickly took the last two spoons and finished the food on the plate.
Y/n's father scooped more rice onto her plate, his eyes glinting with a sinister intensity. "Finish it, Amelia"
He said, calling Y/n by her real name.
Y/n's stomach churned, her plate already piled high with food. But she knew better than to disobey. She forced down the rice, her jaws aching as she chewed.
But her father wasn't satisfied. He added more food to her plate, again and again, until Y/n's stomach was groaning in protest.
Her father enjoys making her feel pathetic, insulting her, humiliating her.
Her brothers watched with cruel delight, their laughter echoing through the room. "Look at her, pigging out like an animal!" One of her brothers said.
Y/n's eyes welled up with tears, her body rebelling against the forced overeating. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her, and suddenly she was vomiting, the food spilling out of her mouth onto the table and her plate.
Her father's face twisted in disgust, but his eyes still gleamed with cruelty. "You should be grateful for the food you get," he sneered. "Now finish what's on your plate."
Y/n’s tears started scrolling down her face. She shook her head. “Please Appa. I am sorry, I will not leave food again.”
“Don't you hear what I said?” He exclaimed. “Do you want to waste food?”
Sometimes he starves her, and sometimes he makes her overeat to the point she vomits.
Y/n's brothers laughed even harder, their taunts piercing her like knives. Y/n felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, with no escape from her family's cruelty. __
"You're so careless, just like your mother," her father spat, his eyes narrowing at her. “You like showing that you are a slut’s daughter?”
Y/n felt a familiar sting, her heart heavy with hurt. She had heard it all before, the blame and the anger.
"I'm sorry, Father, it wasn't my fault. It's his friend's fault. He clicked my picture.” She whispered, her eyes downcast.
"Sorry isn't enough, how is it my friend’s fault? She is the one who was working around the house wearing a skirt.” One of her brothers sneered.
