I was on my bed, face down in my pillow, hands over my ears as I tried not to listen to my mother and grandmother downstairs talking. It didnt work because there voices still carried up to my room. \"Rachel is a troubling child,\" my grandmother began, her rough voice full of arrogance, \"she needs to learn respect, something all women need to have, but she doesn't have it. Marybeth, are you listening to me?\" \"Yes, mother, I am, what doe you suggest I do?\" My mom asked her as she paced down the stairs, I could hear her heels clinking against the kitchen floor. \"I don't know, something, anything! Just teach that girl how to behave or I will,\" she retorted, her voice getting louder. \"You won't have to do anything, I will take care of it, ok?\" My mother always was a coward, the tiniest bit of peer pressure and she would give in, and I was just like her. \"Do it quickly, Marybeth, or I swear, I will step in, and if I do, it won't be pretty,\" her voice got quieter as she walked down the stairs, about to leave, \"I have to go, good luck, with your devil child,\" and in an instant the door slammed behind her, a car started and she was gone. I cried into my pillow, muffling my loud sobs, I fell asleep crying a little while later.
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