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"I wasn't whoring myself. I was at Demi's. Like I am most of the time."

"Well, that's funny because I talk to Mr.Lovato the other day and he says you haven't been around in awhile and also they only got back from vacation a little while ago."

Why in the hell is he calling the Lovato's anyway?

"I see the wheels turning. You're still my daughter. I need to keep track on you. Plus, I haven't seen your paycheck yet. And I need the money."

"I haven't cashed my check yet." I tell him and it's the truth.

"God, you're useless!" He tells me. "I told you not that long ago that I need that money Normani. I need you to bring it to me on Monday. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Maybe if you weren't so busy being a whore like your mother was at your age, you would be at home more, behaving right."

I hate when he talks about my mom like that. He's supposed to be madly in love with her.

"I need you to clean this pigsty. Then I want a hot meal tonight. Understand Child?"

"I understand."

Cinderella at your service.

"What the fuck are you crying about?" He yells at me.

I touch my face and notice my cheek is wet. How long have I been crying?

"Nothing."

"Just get out of my face, Normani. I don't need to deal with a cry baby. Just get to work."

I leave the room and throw my bag down on my bed. I go to my bathroom and wash my face off. Crying isn't going to help with anything. I plug my phone into my charger. I notice Dinah hasn't called. Not that I thought she would.

I get to work and start cleaning. Derrick's beady eyes watching me. I don't know how many times he told me I'm not doing something right.

I guess today's word is Useless.

"I should've just got rid of you after your mom died. I don't know what I was ever thinking when I adopted you. You're nothing but a useless child. A damn nuisance!"

That one hurt the most. I wish he got rid of me too.

What happened to the man I used to call my father? And will I ever see him again? Or is he lost in the bottom of a whiskey bottle forever.

Right on cue, after a large dinner, He passes out. Thank god.

I fall into my bed and cry, no longer able to hold it in anymore.

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