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Personal Narritive - A Daughter's Horror



             A short man, about 5'6' in height with brown hair, slightly graying, and hazel eyes opened the door with a crazed look on his face.
             "And what, might I ask, would you mean by that?- he questioned, the sarcasticness tremendously obvious in his voice.
             "It means that Sam and I will leave. We'll just go back to Mom's house. Like we always do,"" Dave retorted.
             "Is that supposed to be a threat?- the man inquired.
             "No,"" he replied, "It's a promise that I plan on keeping."".
             With that answer, the man gave his son a look of pure hatred and growled, "Get back to bed or I'll -.
             Sam was tired of sitting on the sidelines and decided that it was her turn to speak, so she cut in, "Or you'll what Dad? Send us back to Mom? You act like you haven't done that before. If you hadn't noticed already, that's what we want you to do!- she snarled with loads of attitude attached to it.
             He flashed his eyes to her. "No,"" he hissed, "I won't send you back to your mother because I know that's what you two want. Now, if you don't go to bed right this minute, I'll send you both to military school. I already have some brochures, so it won't be hard to pick one out. Maybe that way you two can learn to give adults the respect they deserve."".
             Sam rolled her eyes, "Psh,"" she hissed back, "Why should I treat you with respect? You never showed me that you actually deserve it -.
             Suddenly, Sam was on the ground and her face was burning. Someone had slapped her. She looked up, her face numb with pain, to see who has slapped her. It was her father. He was looking at her with eyes that looked as if Satan himself had taken over her father's body. She felt pure fear, as if she were in the twin towers when they were hit, as she stood up, still looking him in the eyes. She gave her brother, who was obviously in shock, a quick glance before running into her room and slamming the door behind her. After she locked her door, she moved over to her phone, not caring what was going on outside of her room.


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