Please let me go. . .

She walks down the stairs and sees the kitchen is piled high of dishes. She looks and sees no dinner. She cleans all the dishes and begins dinner for her family. Seems like a good mother right? The only thing; that is The Daughter. As she prepares dinner, The Mother comes rolling in.
“Why is dinner not ready yet?!”
“It is almost done, calm yourself.” The Daughter retorts.
“I’ll show you calm!” She grabs The Daughter and pins her to the counter.
“Please, let me go.” She begs.
“Not so wise ass anymore are you?” The Mother laughs. Her siblings hear the commotion and come into the kitchen. The three small children remain at the entrance.
“Get the fuck out of here or I’ll do the same thing to you.” The Mother screams, they run up to their rooms and slam the door, forced to hear the rest of this terrible ordeal.
The Daughter tries to break free of her mother’s grip but it is no use. The Mother then pulls out and exacto knife and digs a deep line in her forearm. The Daughter screams in pain.
“Please stop! Leave me alone!” She begs. Her Mother presses harder. A whimper escapes her mouth this time.
“Now look what people will think of you, you emo bitch! You freak! HAHAHAHA!!” The Daughter is able to break her good arm free and push her Mother away. She runs up her room and hides in her closet and begins to cry, she messages her boyfriend.
“MY MOM JUST SLICED MY ARM OPEN! HELP!”
His response?
“I’m at a friend’s party, we’ll talk tomorrow.”
She then tries to clot the blood and cries herself to sleep, with the fear She may come back and slice her to shreds.

Weeks later, The Daughter is working for a friend of the family’s. As is becomes later and later, she is finally free of her responsibility and may go home, she messages her mother this and takes the long drive home. Upon arriving home, she only wishes to eat dinner and go to bed. It has been a long day for her and she just wants to get some sleep. She enters the living room and her mother stands up.
“Why are you home so late?! You were with that boy weren’t you?!” she hollers.
“No, He left me, don’t you remember me crying?” The daughter asks.
“You cry so much it’s hard to tell for what.” The Mother retorts. The daughter ignores it and begins to go upstairs, completely lost of her appetite.
“Get your ass back down here, we need to figure out your punishment” She smiles. The Daughter turns around.
“You know how traffic is and the family wouldn’t let me go yet. It’s not my fault.” She says to her Mother, trying to defend herself.
“I’ll teach you not to talk back to me you stupid bitch!” She grabs her Daughters arm and squeezes. She wails in pain.
“Let me go! Please! I’m sorry!” Her siblings run upstairs and once again listen to these terrible events. Her mother smiles.
“Your sorry’s aren’t going to work for me today.” She throws her daughter against the wall and she hits her neck and back against the wall. Hard. She crumples to the floor. She tries to get back up when her mother picks her up and looks at her with a grim smile of evil.
“You’ll wish you were never born.” She throws her to the ground. The Mother then turns all of her large rings to the inside of her hand and slaps her Daughter across the face. She screams in pain and another flood of tears rush down her face. Her face is on the ground and she breathes heavily.
“Get back up you stupid cunt and fight back!” Her Mother taunts. The Daughter then finds the strength and gets back up to face her mother.
“Leave me alone. All you are is another bully. Don’t ever touch me again or I will do something so terrible that you cannot possibly imagine it right now because it is so terrible.” She says with serious sternness in her face. Her mother laughs. The Daughter snaps and hits her Mother in the stomach and runs up the stairs and once again hides in the closet crying. She will not sleep tonight. . .