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Author's Note:

So, I'm going to update it now. Phew! Finally. Let's Begin . . .

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P R O L O G U E

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F L A S H B A C K

Tara's POV

Life in my house lately has become a living hell. I can't stand to hear another futile argument between my parents. It's obvious they're falling apart and no longer in love how they used to be three years ago. Man, how time does fly.

"Tara! Get your ass down here and come explain to me what the hell this is?!" I heard Mom shout----no, scratch that----scream to me from downstairs.

I sighed and pulled the covers off of me before stumbling down the stairs for yet another loud reason. I know my grades are shit, especially in math. Well, only in math. I'm usually a straight A student, but math decided to really test me this year.

When I got downstairs, Mom and Dad were both sitting on the sofa and couch.

Mom stood up rather abruptly when she saw me. "Would you like to explain to me what the hell this B is doing here on your usually perfect flawless report card?!" She exclaimed, stomping over to me with a pissed off expression written all over her face and plastered all over her features.

As usual, Dad had a beer bottle in his right hand and continued chugging it down as if I weren't here.

I gulped. "Math got difficult----"

"No fucking excuses! And for that, we're going to teach you a lesson now. Jerry." She called out for my dad.

Dad stood up and pushed past me over to the mini closet, then proceeded to open it and take out a spiky belt.

Holy shit . . .

This is my punishment?!

My palms were starting to sweat and I was getting anxious. Never have they done anything like this. Guess there's a first time for everything.

Dad raised the belt and in one swift movement, hit me with it. Hard. Like if I were a dog or some shit.

I yelped and cried out in pain, clutching my side with my eyes squeezed tightly shut.

"Would you like to do the honors, Brenda?" Dad asked Mom.

Mom smirked, and grabbed the belt from Dad's hand. Then, she smacked me with it.

I cried out again, but more louder than the first. Damn, that woman knows how to hit . . .

This continued for another 16 minutes, and when they were finished my whole back and ass was red and striked. I wheezed and whimpered in pain before going upstairs.

To think it's only gotten worse since that one particular year . . .

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P R E S E N T

Tara's POV

At last! Senior year has arrived. I smiled as I packed the last of my necessities, and went downstairs. I ignored my sorry excuse of parents and grabbed an apple from the basket and went out the front door, not uttering a single word to those assholes.