A little girl sat in her room. Her messy brown hair was put into little pigtails, as her hazel eyes stared at the door. She hugged her stuffed giraffe close to her little body and listened closely to the loud yells of her father and mother.

“I never should have had any damned kids!” screamed a loud, deep voice. “All they do is make messes, complain, and draw on the walls!” He was interrupted by the shrill, angry yell of the girl’s mother.

“They’re children, David! They don’t know any better!”

“Oh, fuck me, Marybeth! I don’t want to hear your bullshit excuses! I’ve had just about enough of them!”

“And what do you plan to do about it?!” The girl heard loud footsteps coming towards her room, and she hugged her giraffe closer.

The door opened violently, and in the doorway stood her large, infuriated, overweight father. In one of his meaty hands, he held a large textbook.

“David, stop it!” screamed her mother.


But the father ignored his wife’s pleading cries. He grabbed the little girl harshly by the collar, and she screamed and kicked, trembling in fear. The girl’s father held up the textbook.

“This is for drawing on my fucking walls, you little bitch!”

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