OOC: Sorry for the delay!
IC: Danielle reached out a hand to place on the doorknob, as she stood on the doorsteps. Her hand shook as she heard her dad on the phone, and then she pulled away, horrified look on her face as she listened to what was being said.
"Dammit, the little bitch still isn't here. She should know that right after school, she comes- No. No, she's supposed to be here, Merle. I'm not being too strict! That whore stays out all night at parties, throwing herself around to every damn guy out there!"
Danielle slid down the door, sitting down, tears appearing in her green eyes. "That isn't true..." she murmured, fists clenching.
"Look, she's just like her slut of a mother. That's why I killed her. She was cheating on me and being a horrible role model for this family! Look, Merle, you're the only one who knows about my wife's murder. Don't be an idiot and ruin this, or I'll find you."
Danny's knuckles turned white. He'd gone too far. She stood up, and kicked the door open, striding over to her father and taking the phone, slamming it to the floor. "You're a bastard!" She cried, voice strained with anger and depression, "And a lie, and sick excuse for a person."
"You think you can walk into MY house and tell me off, Danielle!?" Her father yelled, yanking his arm back before slapping her, sending her to the ground in a swift motion.
Danielle fell to the floor, tears staining her cheeks. "Why do you do this? What's your damn problem?" Danielle whimpered.
"It's none of your fucking concern," He spat, kicking Danielle in the side, making her clutch her sides as she let out a wail of pain. The man left her there to cry.
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It was hours later when she'd finally stood up, wincing in pain. Danny stumbled out the door, falling on the concrete. "I can't do this," she cried, face pressed to the concrete.