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Chapter 5 Kicked Out Like Trash

Word Count: 1845    |    Released on: 05/03/2026

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. Double garage with Michael's BMW visible through the window. The porc

d at the edge

come here. Stay somewher

w the truth. Now that every hug, every birthday, every "we love you son"

ay, each step feeling

ing wa

d by the front door. Black plastic, tied at the top, bulg

bed th

y fabric. The blue hoodie I'd bought at Goodwill two years a

elon

gs in garbage bags and le

opened before

r. Expensive suit even though it was almost ten at night. He lo

things and

ed to

talk about." He star

Yes, there is. I know what

hange. "I don't know wh

, yo

e. Former beauty queen. Still beautiful in that cold, maintained w

aving,"

to the house I'd called home. The ho

furniture. Expensive art on the walls. A chandelier that cost more

id for with m

om's voice turned shrill. "After what yo

ck him. He swu

it lip because you were jealous h

ex when I found

hael told me everything. She tried to let you down gently and you wouldn't accept it.

ullets. Each one a c

s not

d to stand beside Mom, presenti

'm the

t off. You snuck into Lena's apartment with that key she probably didn't ev

ot my b

om wen

ad's voice dropped to

. You were paid to pretend. Two million dollars over e

for a second. Then the colo

old yo

matter? I

st. "We saved you. Pulled you out of that disgusting group home. Gave you a name, a fa

"Paid to hide me. To keep m

ly abandoned you in that group home. Left you there to rot. We're

to private school.

rivate school," Mom said. "Your

aw them. Ninth grade. I scored in the ninety-ei

not th

scraps while Michael feasted. "Why did Michael get everything while I got nothing? Why did he get new clothes while I wore his

son," Mom said sim

nded like a

lear," I said quietly

d have left." Dad crossed his a

s a c

And you're still here, still mooch

the TV I could only watch when Michael wasn't home. At the family photos on the mantle where I appea

tinued. "Spending money you don't have. Making a fool of yourself

You mean control. You want to control m

ut since you can't seem to do that, we're making it easy for

kicking

iled, cold and sharp. "Isn't tha

day of school. Who'd celebrated my birthdays, even if the presents were always practical, never fun. Who'd sat t

ust two strangers who'd

ing family," I said. "I

"I don't know what

ated me like this. That's why you kept me small, kept

turned to ice. "Get out

adl

bags holding everything I owned. Toward a f

me. "Before you go. I want y

oked

fifteen years. Fifteen years of our time, our resources, our patience. And you threw it back in our f

He was sleeping with he

ad. "More lies. You can'

lled toward the hallway.

ugh they looked more like security guards. Thomas was six-foot-

Cross?" T

he needs help understanding that he's not welcome b

ach other. Some unspoken comm

ar?" Rob

le widened. "Nothing pe

me. And my parents, the people who'd raised me, were orderin

be seriou

ch, crossing her legs. "You raised your hand to

d toward me. Slow. Del

top. Just stop. I'm leaving.

h," Dad said. "You nee

reached for me, his hand clos

outside explo

someone had pointed sta

ltiple. The sounds c

slightly. Everyone tu

line. The kind with bulletproof glass and diplomatic plate

vehicle's d

n step

t probably cost five thousand dollars. Her hair was pulled back in

other vehicles. Big men. Profession

ygu

measured and unhurried. The bodyguards fl

anned the scene. The garbage bags. Thomas's hand

aze locked

," sh

arried absolute authority. The kind of voice t

ropped from my

ed. Nobody

wing. She stood in front of me, examining my face

erling?"

had gone

." She glanced at Mom and Dad. "And I believe we need to hav

one f

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