"You've got one hour to clean your room," her dad said.
She looked around. It really wasn't dirty. It wouldn't take long. She picked things up and put them away. She got the broom and swept.
Her dad had been keeping time. He appeared in the doorway. Everything looked fine. Then he looked down. Right by his left foot. The tip of a crayon.
Horror stricken she thought.. he put it there???
"What's this?" The anger flashed across his face. His brown eyes hard and beady as he slid it out of the loop s of his pants. After a few minutes still not satisfied he flipped it around and let the metal of the buckle land across her back a few times.
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