Jumper, wallet, charger. Reluctantly, I put my last belongings in my backpack. Mother is standing in the doorway, arms crossed, watching my every move. I try not to flinch when I try to fit my laptop into the already full bag. The judgmental looks from Mother almost burn holes in my back when I also try to fit in my other electronics.
"One minute, young lady," Mother says harshly. I nod timidly, looking around my room to see if I've missed anything. A picture in my bookcase attracts my attention, as it's a family picture. I think it over for a moment, and then quickly put it in my pocket before my dear mother grabs me by the hair and drags me off, not stopping until we're outside.
"Now you listen to me, young lady, I don't ever want to see you or hear from you again. Don't you even think of contacting the rest of the family, because the moment they hear what you've done, you will never, never again be welcome. Now get out of my sight, you abomination."
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FantasyI got kicked out. I got beaten. I lost my baby I thought things would never be alright again. But then I met them
