"Come here you stupid brat!" Oh god I better listin to him he sounds mad. As I walk down stairs I almost trip on a large sized bottle of Jack Daniel. Let me tell you something he has a strong gut. I walk into the kitchen to see Samuel my setp dad by the sink, staring in a haze. He muttered sompthing incoherent then turned around and glared daggers at me. In a flash he is in my face, " I thought that I told you to do the dishes before I got home." I whimpered in pain when he grabed me by my neck. "Answer me now!" He roars in my face sending spit in my eye. I responded with a weak whimper, " answer me you little ungrateful brat or your going to get it!" My gaze lifted to his face and I stared him dead in the eye and whispered. " Im sorry I forgot." He cackles evilly and says, " Oh my apologies I didnt know! get it done we have guests tonight." He barks at me before sliping through the door. Before he slams it shut he said, " dress nicely he is my boss."
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The Nightmare
Non-FictionA girl who has nightmares almost all the time, but what happens when all her nightmares come true. Even ones she doesn't dream about.
