Dishes

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"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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