Abuse

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I, Sierra Anderson am a 14 year old girl trying to fight away my tears and frustration caused by my own parents. I will not take their slaps any longer.

Today I vow to escape their abuse no matter how hard the task may be. I repeated this phrase in my head all my life and now, finally that is going to happen.

"Sierra get down here right now, or you'll get the soap treatment again!" I hear my mother's cruel voice break through the silence of the attic.

Oh how I hated the "soap treatment" as we called it. It's where I'd be forced to hold soap in my mouth but not the solid kind, the liquid dish soap. And I can't swallow it, it's dangerous so if I were to spit it out, I'd just have to repeat.

"Coming, mom." I say with a sigh. I make sure she can't hear though.

I get into my cleaner clothes and trudge down the wooden stairs. "What?"

"Don't take that attitude with me!" Mom said harshly as I step into the kitchen.

Something smelled good and I saw a plate of pancakes on the dining table.

"Breakfast is served and guess what I did. I added maple syrup!" My mom said.

I hate maple syrup! I thought. But my mom looked as if she didn't care, so I sat down anyway. I pretended to enjoy the food she had cooked as she stood over me, watching me engulf every fork full.

It tasted disgusting but I knew it would be the only decent food if receive today so I didn't hesitate in eating every bite.

"Can I be excused?"

"Absolutely! But next time, it's may I, not can I." She answers.

I'm homeschooled but it's the weekend so there was no class today. I simply go up the stairs.

As I climb each step, I can't help but toss my plan up over and over in my mind. I knew exactly what I was about to do next.

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