Dad why?

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Libby's POV

I walked in the door and got hit with the smell of alcohol and weed. I gagged as the smell got stronger. I ran to my room and opened my windows to release the horrible smell.

"Libby is that you" my dad yelled
"Yeah it's me" I sigh

He came up the stairs and in my room. He looked at me and growled. I was terrified. "Get your sorry excuse of a daughter down stairs and make me food!" He barked at me
"o-ok" I whispered softly

I go down to the kitchen and start dinner. I was making soup and a sandwich for him but I was having a small granola bar. As I was finishing my dad came in and sat down at the table waiting for his food. I handed it to him. He looked at me and smirked as he poured his soup on me I screamed and cried in pain.

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