"You don't do that shit in my house bitch" Mum screamed at me and at the same time gave me a hot slap that sent my neck snapping to the right. No matter how many times this happens, I still feel the pain.
"Mum I'm sorry I won't do it again" I pleaded trying to move away from her tight hold on my arm.
"You're sorry huh... Don't worry I don't think after this you will ever do it again" She sneered grabbing the hot iron and pressing it on my back. I felt great pain begging her to stop because the pain was horrible.
This happens almost every day and it never gets old. No matter how many times I beg, I'm never forgiven. Sometimes I wonder if I'm really a part of this family because I get treated different and I wish that I would feel loved even if it's for one minute. I feel pathetic but the thing is that, I never beg for their love. Never. Good thing I have two people that care for me at least.
The next thing I remember is lying on the floor withering in pain seeing my mother's retreating back before everything goes black.