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"Get up you worthless piece of trash!" he yelled. I struggled to get up.
"I told you not to mention her name trash!" he yelled.
"Trash?" I asked confused.
"Yes, you don't deserve a name" he looked at me evilly. From then on it only got worse and worse. Each day he beat me and he slowly reduced my food intake so that I couldn't fight him off.
"Trash get in here!" he yelled.
"Yes father?" I replied timidly.
Sfx: smack, thud
"You forgot to bow!" he yelled angrily.
"My apologies fa-
Sfx: smack
"You no longer have the privilege of calling me father you piece of trash! You may only address me as "sir" got it?!" he was holding me by my shirt.
"Y-yes sir" I replied trying to hold in the tears.
"That's better" he replied a little more calm.
"Now go get me a beer" he pointed towards the kitchen.
Sfx: fridge opens, closes
( I wish he would love me at least a little) I thought to myself.
"Here you go sir" I bowed as I handed him his beer.
"Good now go clean the kitchen"
"Yes sir" I bowed as I left.
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That's how I live the next 3 years of my life.
(Tomorrow is the beginning of the new school year, *Sigh* I hope I can make new friends)