Chapter Two

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I'm about to be a freshman in high school. Since I started attending school, I have endured both verbal and physical abuse from all but Hannabelle and the teachers, obviously. Tomorrow I would start school again. I open my eyes. I sit up on my bed, looking around. Why did I remember all that now? Seriously? "DOKUSO!!" I flinch. I dash out of my room. "Y-Yes Mom?" Rachele stalks up to me, a smacks me on the face. "Given you have that extra pair of ears, one would think your pathetic ass could have been able to hear me calling you! IT'S TIME FOR DINNER." I stare at the ground. "Y-yes ma'am..."

As Nick, Dad, and Rachele all converse over the meal, I eat in my usual silence. As I finish, Nick asks Rachele if both he and I can leave the table. "Just put your dishes in the sink." Rachele responds. So, at our dear mother's request, we put our dishes in the sink and head for the stairs. The moment my paw hits the carpet of the stairwell, I dash upstairs and run into my room, making sure I close my door silently. I sit on my bed, with my back facing the door. Nick knocks on my door, "Dokuso, can I come in?" He softly inquires. "I guess so," I mumble, the tingle still on my face from where Rachele slapped me. I rub the spot softly as my bedroom door opens. My brother plops down on my bed as well. "Hey..." I cut him off. "I don't need your sympathy or concern, thanks." Nick sighs. "Alright. Just make sure you have everything for school tomorrow, okay?" I nod sullenly. I still have another four years of Hell in front of me.  

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