"Garbage! Get your *** up and go get me a beer!" Dad yells. I get up from my rusty, old metal bed and stretch. "Coming, dad."

I walk towards the living room and see my dad, eating a bag of Cheetos. I reach into the refrigerator and grab him a cold beer. "Hurry up! Even Gary can move faster than you!"

'There he goes, talking about that stupid snail he got from outside.'

I give him his beer and he snatches it out of my hands. As I walk away, he pulls my hair. "You don't deserve this hair. It's too pretty to be on your ugly head." He grabs the scissors and cuts it. All of my black hair flies everywhere.

I clench my fist, but then notice that I can't do anything.

'My hair that I spent years growing, is gone.'

Tears want to leak through my eyes, but I won't let them. I will not show my weakness to my dad. He punches the back of my head. "Are you gonna cry?" He asks, mimicking the voice of a mouse. He kicks my leg and a sharp pain rises. "ANSWER ME, YOU PEICE OF GARBAGE!" I shake my head.

He leans back onto the couch. "Good. You better not cry, or else you'll go down to the garbage, where you belong. Your mother wants you. Go and get your *** down there to help her." I nod and start running to the garage.

I stop and look at the mirror. He didn't cut all of my hair, he just left as much as it reaches the end of my neck. He didn't cut straight, so my hair is slanted.

"Hello, mother. Did you call for me?"

Mom wore a black shirt with ripped jeans. She had a cake face full of make up and had brown hair into a messy bun. "Of course I do. Oh my! You got a haircut? When did you get it?" My mom giggles. I try to keep a straight face and answer her.

"Dad cut it when he told me to get him a beer."

"Aww. You look a lot better without that hair getting in your face. Now, come and help me." I nod and start putting all of the dirty clothes into the washer. Mother wasn't as bad as dad, but she would still talk behind my back and call me the same nickname. Garbage.

I put the soap into the washer and turn it on. Since the window is clear, I got to see the clothes spin. Mother touches me lightly. "Come on, do the three other loads." I nod and start working.

Just as I get to the last load, it smells horribly bad. Mother stopped looking at her phone and looked at me. "What's wrong? Why did you stop working?"

I pinch my nose. "It smells really bad."

'What the hell did they do to make it smell like this?'

Mother starts to laugh. "O-oh, that must be the dog poop that your dad stepped in while working." I smile.

'He stepped in dog poop? Man, he really is stupid.'

I put all the clothes in the washer while having gloves on. I do not want to touch dog shit. "Thank you for helping," mother smiles.

I force a fake smile on my face. "You're welcome. If you need any more help, you can just call me." Mother gets back in her phone to text her friends. I walk back inside and take a glance at dad. I let out a sigh of relief.

'Thank goodness he's asleep. Now, I can go on with my plan.'