Andrew Carter
I lay down once again; it's nighttime. I'm filthy. By my calculations, I've been locked in here for five days. No one is allowed to enter. I have my pen in hand, studying some projects that my father's employees have done. They are small projects that need adjustment. I've already tried to rework them about five times, and every single time, I've gotten it wrong, and I've seen my father's rage each time I failed to complete these tasks. I believe that his anger is just part of who he is, since he's always like that. I already know he's going to criticize and say it's not good enough. Every time I rework something, he says it's crap, that I need to dedicate myself more. Almost every time, he's aggressive, not just in words, and I end up being punished.
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