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Previously

"Your mother went out for coffee with a friend." He snarled. "What is it that you needed to tell her so badly?"

My happy mood vanished immediately.
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Oh God. What do I say? What so I say? What do I say?

"If you don't tell me right now, I'm going to come over there and make you tell me." He sneered

"I…I well... it was nothing…" I stuttered, trying to sound brave and failing miserably.

"It's not nothing. You know that, and I know that" He growled. Pulling his haggard features into an expression that I was confident was supposed to resemble a smile. To me, it looked more like a grimace. "What is it? Did the teacher say you were a good girl?" He asked with a patronizing sneer. "Or did she give you a sticker, for being nice?"

His taunts made me angry, and suddenly gave me a boost of confidence. For a moment, one single moment, I felt sure of myself and was able to stand up to him.

"I'm not telling you."

For a moment, it looked like his face held a look of shock, of disbelief. But before I could be sure it had returned to the usually ugly grimace.

"What did you just say to me?" He asked in a dangerously quiet voice. Daring me to say it again, daring me to defy him.

"I…. nothing." I answered the feeling of fear and defeat returning.

"That's right. Now, what were you going to say to your mother?" He asked, in the same, quiet dangerous tone.

"I…. I just wanted to tell her that I got an 'A' for my English Exam." I said, staring down at my feet. Hoping, praying that he would let it slide. Apparently not.

"That's it?" He asked. "That's what you ran in here for, so excited, so happy about? You think, that because you got an 'A' on some stupid exam, that anyone is going to care?" He scorned. "You think you're so special, but you know what, you're worthless. You'll never do anything. No-one will ever care about you. Your mother might say she loves you, but to her, you're just a complication, a problem, something to look after, something that gives nothing back. You're like a dog!" His words stung me. I tried to remember how much my mum loved me. The times she had told me she loved me. The things she did to look after me, to help me. But in the end, all I could think of were the times she had been angry with me, disappointed.

I felt a single tear trickle down my cheek. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. It only makes things worse.

"Now you're crying?" He laughed "What kind of coward are you? STOP CRYING!"

It made no use. His yells only made the tears come faster. Suddenly I felt a stinging pain on the side of my face. Looking up I saw his sickening face staring down at me.

"Get out of my sight!" He yelled "You worthless dog!" He roared, slapping me again.

Running out of the room I made my way to the stairs and up to my room. Dropping to the floor, I put my head in my hands and cried.

Sorry! I know this is really short, but I feel like I had to end it here. It just fits to finish it here. Next chapter will be longer, and considerably less depressing. Sorry about the depressingness, but I just need it at the start to make sense. And Edward comes in next chapter: D

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:D Eliza