Warnings: Self deprivation, name calling, a tiny bit of abuse and a bit of cursing and drinking.
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Vanessa wakes up in the morning and starts to get ready when she hears her dad call her from downstairs. She gets changed and heads down the stairs. When she gets to the kitchen she sees her dad clearly drunk and still drinking whiskey even though it's a bit to early to be drinking. She tries to quietly sneak back upstairs, but her dad notices, heads over to her, grabs her hair and drags her to a chair. "Come here Sl*t." Vanessa nods and follows her dad not wanting to cause more of a scene and get hurt more. he grabs her by the hair and throws her on a chair. "Now, you didn't clean the house like I asked while I was out, so you will cook breakfast then go upstairs and get ready for school. You don't get to eat." Vanessa nods and heads to make breakfast. She starts making breakfast. She finishes an hour later and heads upstairs to finish getting ready for school. She finishes, grabs her bag and heads to school. She eventually gets to school, heads to her locker, grabs her stuff and heads to class. She keeps her head down knowing that if she speaks up, she would be attacked for standing up. 

*timeskip*

 She finishes with her day at school and heads home. As she heads home she thinks of how her life could have been different if her mom had not died while she was giving birth. When Vanessa gets home she quietly sneaks into the house hoping not to get caught by her father.  She manages to get up to her room without her dad noticing, but that won't be long. After she's able to finish her work, she hears the door to her room open and she stops dead in her tracks. Her dad looks at Vanessa. "I thought you were supposed to cook, but its fine. I'm going out anyways, so when I get back, I expect the place to be spotless and breakfast is made for tomorrow because a friend staying with us tonight." Vanessa nods and panics because she remembers the last time his friend came over. Her dad walks over to Vanessa nd looks at her. "you better do it and you are so lucky you have a place to live." He walks out and she hears her door and the front door close before breaking down. After she calms down, she gets to work on her chores while listening to her music. After a couple of hours, she finishes, cleans up and heads to bed. She lays down hoping that tomorrow will be better since tomorrow is Saturday.