Beau Miller
I rush inside the house and rage fills me when I hear my mother yelling at my daughter. "What the f*ck is her problem? Why isn't she listening to me? Speak when you are being spoken to. Urghh, I can't even look at her. She looks just like her wh0re mother," she shouts. What the f*ck. Austyn is a child. My mother should know better than to be yelling in front of her and at her, but then again, we grew up being treated like sh1t if we didn't do what she expected us to do. We quickly learned to listen just to keep the peace. My niece is raised here and the yelling never stops. I don't know what I was expecting, but what the f*ck though. This is why I never wanted her around my family to begin with. My mother is pure evil, and I won't allow her to treat Austyn like this.
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