The threat hung over her head like a loaded gun, a constant reminder, an order and a warning.
"Try me," a voice would snap inside her head, but if voiced aloud, she knew that the end would be pulled a smidge nearer.
Mandy Andrews was perfect; at least, to the naked eye. She had long, beautifully flowing brown hair, soft green, and a pale complexion that would make supermodels beg. She had a strut to her step so sharp that it wasn't a doubt that she had confidence. But, behind the school facade that she put on his an insecure, troubled young girl.
Home was a problem that she had to face, whether she liked it or not, swallowing it down with a chug of stolen alcohol. Alcohol numbed the pain of the belt slapping her back; her father's way of showing his affections.