"GET HERE YOU STUPID BITCH!"
Mandy could hear the voice roaring louder and louder, getting closer with every step she took. She prepared herself for what might happen. She opened the door as quietly as she could. Making more noise would only make it worse.
"WHAT YOU CANT OPEN A DOOR NOW?!"
She pushed it the rest of the way open. Of course her mother stood there with a bottle of vodka in her hand and a belt in the other.
"GET HERE!"
She took three quiet little footsteps and prayed within each one. As she got in front of the 5'5ft woman she had once called Mother and adored.
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Teen FictionWhat are you supposed to do when you can save everyone else but not yourself?