Chapter six

When Father was gone my decided that she wasn’t going to feed me for the next 10 days. Then one day mother called me up to do my chores. She sat a plate of food before me and told me I had 2 minutes to eat it. As soon as I went to go pick up my fork that bitch snatched the plate from the table yelling “Too late!” with an evil smile. But that was not the worst thing she did to me. One day she told me to go to the bathroom to clean. When I got in there she told me to shut the door and not to open it until I was done. In the bucket there was Clorox and Ammonia. I started to see a gray fog cover the top of the bathroom. As I tried to breath I started spitting up everywhere. Then I remembered that there was a vent in the bathroom that came on every few minutes. I crawled over to the vent and sucked in as much air as I could before it went off. Out of all the things mother did to me that was the one I hated the most. All I wanted was to be treated like a human not a slave. Will I ever get out of this mad house?