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The Unwanted Daughter's Reckoning

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 429    |    Released on: 11/06/2025

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paying for that door you broke," she sneered, shoving a newsp

local state college, just as David had "s

, this time) room, I meticulously completed appl

d me a job

sgirl at a greasy d

Brenda said with a cruel smile. "Long hou

en, sometimes twelve hou

hot water and harsh soap.

ways loud, always smelling of

cated every c

e cash. "And for your room and board. D

eement" or my future riches

came an even gr

t 4:30 AM, bang

for your father and br

wouldn't get home until

allowed to ea

slide me a plate with the smallest portions, often

ting fat," she'd sa

nstantly

sneak leftover scraps from pl

I' d eat food from the discar

ed, but the hu

t care. He got his hot meals, his clean clothes,

, only speaking to me

home, a workhorse design

d sleep, I' d look at the brochures from the far

. Engin

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to survive

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The Unwanted Daughter's Reckoning
The Unwanted Daughter's Reckoning
“I woke up staring at the familiar water-stained ceiling of my teenage bedroom. My SAT scores and a local community college acceptance letter sat on my desk, marking the day I was supposed to fill out college applications. Just weeks after high school graduation, this was it. Except, it wasn't just a day. It was the day. The starting point of a previous life filled with relentless hunger, brutal beatings, and my family' s chilling neglect. A life that led, eventually, to my agonizing death. I remembered everything: my mother Brenda' s venomous hate, my father David' s chilling indifference, and my brother Kevin' s endless demands. I remembered the pregnancy, my mother's deliberate cruelty, letting me bleed out until it was too late. I died. A loud bang on the door shattered the quiet. "Sarah! Get those damn applications filled out!" Brenda's voice, a dreadful screech, tried to drag me back into the nightmare. The old fear coiled, sharp and cold, but the memory of my death and lost child burned hotter. Not this time. I would not live that life again. Unsteady on my feet, I walked to the door. "I'm not going to community college," I declared, my voice surprisingly steady. "I'm applying to a four-year university. A good one. Far away." This time, I would save myself.”
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