I push open the unlocked screen door when I get home from school. The familiar sqeaakk greets me and I shuffle inside. Praying that my father isn't in the kitchen I walk past with my head down, eyes to the ground. My father abuses me. He punches me and hits me and insults me. I don't tell. Anyone only because the fact that I'm scared to. The things he would do to me if I told are unimaginable. Well, not unimaginable. He would probably shoot me with his gun.
"Why hello there, my ugly stupid fat brute of a daughter." Well, there's my father. He was at the kitchen table. He calls me fat because he knows I'm anorexic and he knows that it hurts me the most to call me fat. "Hallo, vati". That's hello, father in German. "Why do you talk to me in that stupid language?" He bellows. " it's idiotic, just like you!!" He tells me. SLAP!!! A white hot pain Sears against my cheek. Fighting back tears, I tell him "f-father, I need to d-do my homework. I'll b-be in m-my room."I run to my room before he can respond.
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