Then they dumped this pile of rotten food right in front of me. I swear, the smell was so awful I could puke!
Then Ginny leaned over me. That crazy girl laughed like she already imagined what's gonna happen next.
"Go on, eat it. Don't worry. It's way cleaner than a dead mouse," she said, smirking down at me.
That's my life. I'd stopped trying to fight back. No one ever listened anyway. It's always been like that.
So I did it. I opened my mouth, and I took a handful of spoiled rice and rotten fish. The taste was so much more horrible than the smell.
Mango. There was mango in it.
I remember that because I'm allergic. It was sickening. But I swallowed it anyway, like a part of me wished it would just kill me. Maybe then my life would stop hurting.
Charlie was annoyed I wasn't eating fast enough, so he pushed my head onto the floor. The food smeared all over my face, and I just… couldn't stop crying. His hand was so heavy it muffled my sobs on the thick pile of rotten food.
I was fucking humiliated, but what was the point of fighting?
You might be asking where my mom was. Well, she was upstairs playing with a new dog. I could hear her voice. It was cheerful and carefree.