Like Mother, Like Daughter

By: Kryptonite

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" Jamie, come down for dinner." Her father, Richard, called up the stairs hours after she had arrived home. Looking at the clock Jamie groaned. She had fallen asleep doing her math homework for the night and her face was still throbbing from where her mom had smacked her.

" Jamie!" He called again, impatience coloring his voice.

" Coming!" She called back, struggling to push herself off her bed. Going down the stairs, she watched as her mom and dad greeted each other for the first time that night.

" Jeez girl, what happened to your face?" Richard asked, grabbing Jamie's chin in his thumb and forefinger, turning her head for a better look at the bruise spreading on her cheek.

" I was late home and mom hit me." Jamie answered honestly. For her honesty she got another smack on the back of her head from her dad, who hit considerably harder.

" You were late home, you got what you deserved."

" But I called! I left a message-" Jamie got hit again, because she talked back when she knew it was useless. She clamped her mouth shut, tears stinging her eyes.

" Let's eat." The family sat down at the kitchen table to another easy-to-make dinner.

Jamie licked her lips as she patiently waited for her mom to hand her the macaroni and cheese. Her dad heaped the food on his plate, then passed it to her mother. Another large portion was lumped on the plate and what was left was given to Jamie.

" Can I-?" Her father cut off Jamie.

" Shut up. Sarah, honey, how was your day?"

" Oh it was just the greatest," Sarah gushed, her voice going all bubbly and girly. " I have a meeting with my editor set up for next week. They're thinking about publishing my book!"

" Wow, sweetie that's amazing. What do you have to do for that?"

" Well, I can do everything from right here up until the book tour. Then I'm leaving for two weeks." Richard glanced over at Jamie, a sick, twisted grin on his face. Jamie shuddered and poked at what little food she had been given.

" That's great. That'll give me and Jamie here two weeks of bonding time." Jamie managed to stop herself from jerking away from her father as he ruffled her honey brown hair.

" Oh, Toby called. He asked if he could stay here next weekend for a little while. His place is being renovated." Richard groaned at the thought. Whenever Sarah's family wanted to stay over he complained until she called them up and said they couldn't come, but his family was a different story. He didn't even warn Sarah or Jamie.

" Fine. We owe the little squirt a favor or two."

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Jamie was in here room, trying to finish her math homework when her dad came in.

" Hey brat, whatcha up to?" Richard leaned over his daughter's shoulder, one hand lazily brushing across her chest.

" Math."

" Forget that, come talk to dad." Richard tried to pull Jamie up out of her chair and onto his lap on the bed but it was at the wrong angle and he was drunk.

" Ow! Dad, you're hurting me."

" No I'm not, now stop… struggling…"

" Richard!" Sarah's voice called from the bottom of the stairs, as she tried to slowly make her way up. Richard shoved Jamie from him, causing her to fall over and hit her head on the edge of her desk.

" Coming, love. Now, you know the rules Jamie, my girl." Standing up in anger Jamie stared at her father as he went to leave.

" I wish the goblins would come and take you away!" The exclamation seemed to sober Richard up as he turned back around, eyes shining in their normal angry manner.

" Don't you ever, ever say that again you good for nothing little brat!" Richard roared, striding back across the room, his hand coming up to slap her. When it hit, she was shoved rather forcefully into the wall, crumpling down to the floor from the pain in her head.

Richard glared at his daughter once more, before turning to go 'have fun' with his wife. Jamie felt the tears build up behind her eyes, making her headache worse. Reaching up, she felt blood on her fingertips.

" I wish the goblins would come and take you away. Right now." She muttered, trying her hardest not to cry.

" That can be arranged, if it's what you really want."

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A/N: Okay, well I didn't get any reviews but I'm still continuing the story. I know some may think it's… 'untraditional' or it might be done to death or something else. All I know is I got this idea for it (yes Sarah is a bad guy but it's because of what happened after the movie… I'll explain later) and I wanted to write it. Plain and simple. So, tell me what you think, whether you like it or hate it, just let me know.

Cheers.