I sat on my couch looking out the window, waiting for the headlights of my dad's black ford truck to come barreling into the driveway. He had gone to the bar and was probably drunk again. I was waiting for a monster! I was waiting for a dad that hated I was his daughter. A dad that would yell, beat, and throw things and my mom and I. No matter how hard we tried to make him happy, we always did something wrong. One time I even got yelled at for not having school on saturdays.
I saw the headlights pulling in so I quickly closed the curtains. I walked into the kithen where my mom was sitting. "He's home," I whispered.
"You know the rules! Get into your room before he sees you're out here!" my mom said as she stood up quickly and grabbed the key to my bedroom door. The rules were that when I came home from school my mom was supposed to keep me locked in my room. If my dad happened to be at the bar when I came home mom would secretly let me out, but as soon as he pulled into the driveway I had to get into my bedroom before he saw that I was out. I walked into my bedroom and my mom closed the door behind me. I heard her lock it, and walk away. I sat in my room in darkness...in fear.
My dad walked int the house and slammed the door. He started to yell at my mom. I waited for the words I had been waiting for my mom to say to him for years, but she didn't. She loved him too much to leave him. Soon my door unlocked and my dad called me out into the kitchen. 'What did I do now?' I thought to myself as I slowly walked out of my bedroom.
Immediatly I was slapped, and I fell to the floor. I looked up to see my dad standing there. "Why are you such an embarrassment?! You're the laziest girl I've ever seen! You sit in your room all day long when you should be out here being a slave for your mother! Get off your lazy ass and do something!" he yelled as he looked down at me. I knew what was going to happen next, and I wanted to run. I didn't though because my mom and I made a pact long ago that we would stick together no matter what. As I had expected my dad started to take off his belt and I let a tear slip and run down my face as I braced myself for the pain ahead.
"Honey please don't! She'll start working during the day from now on," my mom said in a pleading tone as she stood up from her chair and went to his side. My dad just pushed her to the ground, and glared at her.
My dad whipped his belt across my back multple times, and didn't stop untill I passed out.



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