My mother, Alice Lawson, yanked at my hair, her furious face swimming in and out of focus before my eyes."You little brat! How dare you wear a dress again? I'll beat the hell out of you!" she shrieked.Whenever she lost control, she either called me a bitch or a little brat. I was her daughter, yet she hated me as if I were her mortal enemy.Strands of hair drifted to the floor with every vicious pull, some of them torn out from the roots."Why would you wear a dress on purpose when you know it sets Mom off?" My older brother, Preston Jenner, spoke, his tone laced with displeasure.Before I could respond, a burst of pain exploded at the back of my head. Something cold and sticky trickled beneath my collar.My body swayed briefly before my legs gave out beneath me. Then, a metal decoration clattered to the floor beside me.My father, Claren Jenner, had a horrified expression. He dropped the coat in his hand and rushed toward Mom, his voice cracking as he shouted, "Alice! Are y
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