Michelle“So, you ain't brought back a damn thing, huh?” Daddy asked. His voice had gone from just being angry to being disappointed, and I could practically see the hamster running on the wheel inside his head as he tried to concoct a punishment of some sort for me.
I shook my head, my eyes focused on the ground.
We were standing in the middle of my room together. My wardrobe was open, my little flat screen TV still running my DVD of Lost in Translation. When Daddy had burst into my room, I'd jumped up and forgotten to pause it.
“Look at me when I'm talking to you,” he shouted, suddenly angry.
I looked up at him, frightened he might hit me, or worse.
I'd managed to sneak back in after Frost dropped me off, but one of the other girls must have seen me coming in and wanted to earn brown
