Pitiful, she's so weak I say before letting back a disgusted glare while walking away. She tightly continues gasping onto my leg while I struggle trying to leave, you're so useless why don't you do me and your sisters the favor of killing yourself already. I hate her, she won't go, why do you even exist! She still won't say anything the father says looking at the battered child. The feeling of hopelessness and regret filling her heart as she lies in shame being beaten for several weeks at a...