The strong odor of alcohol and stale cigarettes was enough to let everyone know that my father was there. He entered the kitchen, his face clearly filled with rage. He shattered a beer bottle on the kitchen island table, the noise of the glass breaking filled me with terror. “Useless.”, he spat, his words hitting me like a physical blow. “You're nothing but a burden.”I swallowed hard, my throat tight, and kept stirring the porridge.I felt her eyes on me – my mother, standing in the doorway. Her gaze, cold and calculating, was a slow burn compared to Dad's explosive anger. She'd never laid a hand on me, but that constant disapproval, etched in her eyes for as long as I could remember, was a special kind of hell.This was pretty my part of their daily entertainment, the verbal assault which leads on to getting physical depending on his mood. Regrettably, today turned out to be one of those days when he was feeling irritable. “Where's the cash, you sly bastard?” he bellowed, his spe
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