"Get up."
My eyes shot open.
"Get up, brat."
I sat straight up. I knew I shouldn't have went to sleep so early last night.
"Tell me why the fuck there are dishes in the sink."
I stared at the floor. At his feet.
"Oh right. You are never gonna answer me because you're an absolute IDIOT."
I felt his fist hit my side. I doubled over. "Get up and do your fucking dishes."
I ran down the stairs and turned on the hot water. His footsteps followed me down the stairs and into the kitchen. There was only one dish in the sink.
I grabbed the small dining plate and the dish soap. "Do what you're fucking told. Never disobey me, you little shit."
I heard him walk out. I looked at the clock on the wall. 4:40
Ten minutes until I have to get ready for school.
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Mute
RandomKristen (preferably Kris) is mute. She has said one word to anyone in 4 years. Ever since her mum died, her dad started drinking again and has become very abusive. She meets a friend in the starting school year. Will she talk again? What else could...
