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    "kid"

I growled

    "Kid"

I growled louder. 

   "Kid!"

   "Shut up!" I screamed in annoyance. I covered my head with a pillow and kicked him once more as I attempted to shut him out. "Go away leech!" I ordered exhausted and wanted to sleep.

   "No" he said but I could feel the smirk in his voice. I hate him. I growled and pulled the covers up my shoulder further even with the pillow covering my head. I shut my eyes once more and tried to sleep. I was so tired, I just wanted to sleep. I could feel his eyes on me. I didn't care, I was too tired. Just a few minutes is all I wanted.

Memory number four

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       "help me." was my first thought as I woke up in the dark dusty closest.

    I was covered in my own piss and a fine layer of dust. I didn't know how long I was in here. It had to have been at least a few days. My tongue was dry, laying like a brick in my mouth. My eyes would barely open. It was hard to breathe. I couldn't move, I was too exhausted. I could hear his foot steps as they walked back in forth in the house. He left me in here, locked inside, starving, thirsty and tired.

    He was supposed to love me. He was supposed to take care of me. We were supposed to be together through moms death. Instead I was locked inside a closet. I hope dying. I'm twelve, it's been almost seven years. Why do I still feel this pain, seven years later? I want to die. I'm so sick of living. I opened my eyes in slits as I heard my father's footsteps in front of the door.

   "please........." I begged in my small attempt at release from this hell. This was a common occurrence, this closet was my place when he got annoyed by my presence. It replaced the dog house once Alpha had gotten word of how I had been rescued from the dog shed. Punishment is never enacted outside anymore. The moment the front door shuts is the moment my punishment begins. "Daddy....." I begged in a small, futile attempt of getting out of here. 

     "You can still whine, you're fine Rieka." His voice muffled by the blocking wood between us. His footsteps trailed away, with each step more tears would flow down my cheeks. 

    "Daddy!" I screamed begging him as I began to hiccup small sobs. "Please...." I begged through a sob. My voice barely audible as I attempted to scream out at him. I could hear him scoff at my pleas. I cried for him, but my body was so thirsty that the tears weren't even being made anymore. It was if my body had no water left inside of it. 

   
    "Pathetic." I heard him mumble from down the hall as his steps continued away from me.

I continued to cry. I cried for hours I think, at least it felt like hours, I couldn't tell. I was so tired. I closed my eyes. 

    "Just a minute" I promised myself. "Just one"

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