Chapter 3

" You have no choice but to do as I say or else!" He threatened. 

" Or else what!" I replied without around. 

" You'd hat me for what I would do to her!" He concluded and I froze in shock.

I turned around sharply and met with his murderous stare.

" What do you mean by that?" I asked curiously.

" I'm sure you know what I mean! I can destroy your mother's life with just a word.

I raised my head up sharply you could almost hear my neck snap.

" you would do no such thing!" I roared, tears blinding my eyes.

" Watch me! " he threatened glaring intently at me making me shiver at the amount of hate I saw in his eyes. 

" What have I ever done to deserve this?" I asked choking on my tears.

" The mistake you made was having a slut like Marilyn as a mother who would do anything for money" Stella retorted making me more angrier.

" Don't you dare call my mother a slut! You should take a good look at yourself before talking about someone else!" I shouted heaving out angrily.

" How dare you!" She shouted furiously raising her hand to slap me but I held it.

" How dare you too! You seduced your way into a happy home and made everything turn sour and now you're going about lecturing me about how to behave well!" I replied shouting and inhaled sharply.

" You are so despicable!" I completed still heaving heavily, I then turned around and ran upstairs to my room ignoring thier calls and shouts.

I slam the door to my room shut and squat on the floor as tears slipped from my eyes blinding me from seeing.

I pulled my legs to myself while crying harder, it was almost impossible to muffle my tears as it kept streaming down.

After crying for a while, I slept off due to exhaustion.

I woke up to the reflection of the sun piercing through the window. 

I groan and sat up on the floor, my body felt numb and tired.

I stood up and stretched my body, while cracking my knuckles. 

I want into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror and smiled sadly.

' It's such a shame to live my kind of life where I don't have freedom to do anything but his mistress daughter has more rights than me!' I thought huffing loudly as I stare at myself in the mirror for a long long time.

I was no longer the happy, carefree, high-spirited girl I was anymore, all I could see in the mirror was an almost depressed, broken and sad young lady.

It's true to say that when a married couple with kids separate, the affected one is always the kid!.

I had never being the same since my mother had left this house years ago.

It took a whole new turn for me and it was almost impossible to bring me out of that shell.

I trusted her to stay with me, even when she was about to leave i believed that she would take me with her but I guess it was just my wishful thinking.

I woke up to an empty house, couldn't find any of her things nor could I reach her on the cellphone. 

I was in a panick mode that day but was more surprised to see my dad brought another woman home and claimed she was going to be his new wife and my new mother.

It was even more shocking to see her return the third day with a little girl almost the same age as myself.

Although I was thirteen, I was more smarter than my age so I figured out that he was cheating on mom with this woman even before mom found out about thier affair.

I spent the rest of my life growing up to see his mistress always acting coquetish and blaming everything on me and him always supporting her and punishing me for a mistake I didn't make.

I'm just tired of putting on all these facade!

Tired of pretending to be strong when I'm not!

Tears slipped from my eyes and I wiped it off furiously, I didn't want to look pitiful and I never will.

I was snapped out my thoughts at the sound of the powerful knock that was resounding on my door.

I wonder what she is doing here!

I walked out of the bathroom and went to open to door.

As always, a hand came flying towards my direction but I was quick to step back.

This had always been the daily routine, why else will they come to this tiny room if not to hit me and insult me.

I rolled my eyes dryly, slightly bored of seeing the faces of both mother and child.

" How dare you!" My stepsister, Rachel roared gritting her teeth tightly. 

" What do you want?" I muttered dryly, clearly not ready for the mother daughter drama they were about to showcase.

" What gave you the effontery to push and bully my mother!" She asked while I stared at her like she was insane. 

Like always,her mother had told her the whole story but the difference is, in a twisted form.

" I guess your mother had come running to you! Awwwn, poor you came here like a good little girl just to support your mother!" I replied without a care in the world. 

She wanted ro say something but she hesitated knowing that I was right.

" Cat got your tongue?" I asked sarcastically. 

" You this wretched daughter of a home breaker! You god forsaken child! How dare you!!" Her mother screamed from behind while I smirked in satisfaction seeing her agitated. 

" What did I do this time?" I replied blinking my eyes innocently. 

" You..." She screamed, clearly looking frustrated and my smirk grew wider.

Rachel stepped forward and pushed me back aggressively making me stagger.

I fell and hit my head on the bedside making me wince as a sharp pain ran through my head.

" You have no say in this! You are just a piece of rags that could be used so it's better you get ready for your wedding!" Rachel uttered fiercely. 

I groaned in pain as my eyes became cloudy with tears, I clutched my head tightly because of the pain and I slowly slipped into unconsciousness.