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This is my first fic attempt. I want to take a moment to thank Emily Bowden, she is truly amazing and without her I really don't know what I would've done. If you have time, you should really read her story "Sing For Me Sweet", it is fabulous. It will be one of the ones you definitely won't forget.
"Isabella, where do you think you're going?"
"Away from you, from this fucked up life! I am so sick and tired of the same things, over and over again. I'm like a dog to you."
"Where are you going to go? Huh? You're nothing; you will never be something. You're a failure, just like your father. Why can't you be more like your sister? She's going somewhere in life while you're just stuck! No one will ever want someone like you. You need me."
"Yeah, Renee; I need you. I need your abuse. I need you telling me what I can and cannot do. I can do that for myself, thank you very much. Why don't you just forget you have another daughter? Just focus on your little 'angel'; just forget me. And don't you ever, in your pathetic life, mention my father to me again! Don't even speak of him; you were never worthy of him."
"If you leave out that door, you will not come back. I mean it!"
"Yeah well, have a great life."