Limits

With the amount of hatered and venom in the voice I knew who it was. Never have I never hated anyone more than I hate her.

Wait. My mistake, the number position still belongs to my dad. If he never brought her here, this would have never happened.

She stood in front of me, crossing her arms over chest waiting for me to say something but I completely ignored her.

I pretended as if she doesn't exist for me and judging from her nature I knew she wouldn't beuch happy seeing how I'm ignoring her.

She stopped her foot angrily on the ground, "Dear, look like your mother didn't teach you manners. Don't you know how to greet madam of this house?"

I never planned on chatting with her in the first place but when she spit bad about me deceased mother I stood and said loudly, "You are no wife to my father nor the madam of this house!"

My voice was filled with disgust and rage. I wouldn't have cared a least bit if she said anything about me but bringing my mother's name when she's not alive anymor