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“I don’t know why you bother with all this shit, you know. You’ll never amount to anything anyway.”
Mandy glared at her father as he walked away from her. He was always saying stuff like this, always tell her how useless she was and how she was good-for-nothing, and would never do anything with her life. She had learnt that reacting in any way to his assertions would result in a pounding that would have her trying to hide bruises for the next two weeks. Of course, not hiding the bruises well enough, and raising the suspicions of neighbours or teachers would result in another belting in order to teach her a lesson.
Most of the time Mandy accepted what her father told her, and assumed that he was speaking the truth, but for some reason, she was now finding this harder to do. It was also becoming more difficult to lay still and quiet on the nights that he came to her bed…