"She's a bitch and she treats us like shit dad!", I yelled. His green eyes got darker,
"Watch your fucking mouth and lower your voice. Now. I highly suggest you choose your next few words very carefully young lady." I took a small step towards him,
"Your wife, will never be my mother. I fucking hate her and she can rot in hell. So can you for all I care." He spun me around, holding my arm tightly,
SMACK! SMACK!
I jumped forward, spinning back around as I held my butt,
"You can't hit me!"
"Oh I can't?" Before I knew it, dad was sitting in a chair and I was trapped over his lap. He'd never hit us in anyway.
"Let me go! This is abuse! I'll call CPS!" He scoffed,
"Be my guest. I'm disciplining you because you're being ridiculous.", he said, grabbing a wooden spoon.
"Wait! You can't-"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He stopped, putting the spoon down and helping me up,
"Your behavior is unacceptable. Get it together Gwyneth." I flinched at my first name. I hated it. Everyone always called me by my middle name, Lily, even when I was in trouble.
"I stood up for myself and you beat me.", I snapped. He stepped forward, as if to hug me,
"Come're." Normally, I'd embrace the comfort I rarely got because dad was never home. Today was different.
"Don't touch me.", I whispered, "Can I go?"
"Lily-"
"I get it. You're on her side. I should have figured talking to you was pointless."
"You were yelling at me Lillian."
"I tried to talk to you and you walked away. Just like always."
"Lily I didn't-"
"Can you just leave me alone? It's not like you care anyways.", I whispered, walking off.
"Lily! Come on!" Asshole.
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Dad carried that stupid wooden spoon in his pocket all week, like a constant reminder. Anytime I did something or said something he didn't like, I was inches from the floor getting my ass beat. By friday, I could barely even walk and sitting through class was unbearable. I got home, going to follow my two younger siblings upstairs, only for the bitch herself to stop me,
"Gwen, come here." Sheila was the only person to call me by my dreaded birth name.
"Your mother gave you that name after herself. It's an honor to have it."
It's just a reminder that every woman in my life hates me or leaves me.
"What?", I whispered as I reluctantly followed her to the kitchen. She pointed at a chair in the dining room as I slowly sat down.
"A teacher called the house today concerned about you." Which one if my teachers would be fucking concerned about me? "He said you've been fidgety and exhausted in class this week." Mr. Barnes. Of course.
"Yeah well I have."
"Of course you have. Since you keep getting your ass beat. Have you noticed not one if your siblings has been spanked?" Yes. If course I did. "Have you noticed it's only you that he gets mad at and hits? You're a let down Gwyneth. You disappoint the whole family. I better not get another call from the school or else it's going to your father. And he would hate to hear about his daughter fighting someone at school."
