“You little bitch. You stupid little bitch. Get the fuck in the house. You know where I want you. You get your lying little ass to the table! And don’t you MOVE until I get there.” The weight of her hand on my shoulder, squeezing so hard I can feel her fake nails digging into my skin through my sweater, and it hurts. “You better get your fucking ass moving.” The voice was solid and commanding, like a drone reverberating over iron.
Like a long, cold, hiss… loaded with threat. Sending shivers up my little spine, and my small body would freeze up.
It was coming, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. The helplessness of a child lost in a hideous and malicious adult playing field. Abandoned.
I could hear her voice, even before we knocked on the door. That all too familiar shrill…
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