He sat across the table from me, a fake smile in his face and a bad comb-over. His tooth brush moutache waved slightly as he breathed in and out. He leaned over to my mother and whispered things into her ear. My distance made me unable to hear what he said, but whatever it was made her flush and look at her plate admirably. I scowled and looked at them, then looked at my own plate; I sighed suddenly loss of my appetite. "What is it dear?" I looked up hoefully but she wasn't talking to me. "Would you like some dessert?" She eyed Him with passion as he rubbed is slightly bulging belly, "Ahh, Yes Hun. I think I will have some of my dessert. She got up and hurried into the kitchen and dishes began to clang together. He looked across the table at me, a look of disgust went across his face and an evil grin over his lips. "And you, you little slut; Will NOT get anything except the stuff you own and the food your mother makes you!" He whispered in a harsh tone across the table. I crossed my arms, smirking back at him
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