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I enter my parent's room, feeling

like I'm violating their privacy. He sits

on the bed. "Get a bag and fill it up,

honey."

I do as he says, cringing every time

I look back at him. When I've filled the

bag, I hand it over to him, and he grips

my wrist, dragging me down onto the

bed, pinning me there. "Anna owes me

something, and you're going to pay up."