There was a loud bang on the front door and june instantly knew her father has returned she pretended to be asleep hoping that he would leave her alone but ofcouse she was wrong, he busted through the door obviously drunk, "get the fuck up bitch im hungry, you dont want me to drag you to the kitchen and you know i will" june stayed still not moving a muscle and that seemed to aggravate her father, he spited a vase into a million piece and june shot up from her bed running to the kitchen to prepare dinner, her father lounged in the sofa waiting for his dinner while watching tv, june came moments after with a plate of macarroni and mince he ate while june pretended to wtv but that didnt stop her father from her next attempt. "come sit on my lap" june knew better than question him she sat on his lap while his hands roam around june's body up to her neck and down to her vaginal sector "strip" her father stated plainly, "w-whaat?" , "you heard me bitch strip" june slowly removed her clothing with tears streaming down her face with only one thing on her mind SUICIDE
