ughed when my step mother flinched when she stepped on the t
, but because I had nothing else to do. Thinking about it now, i realized th
But in this house, pain was the onl
e through the hal
ther raised you to be this stupid a
ch. at least
re peeling due to a combination of different detergent and bleach I use in cleaning , bu
dying would hurt more th
hooked the sharp steel edge of the bucket I was using in cleaning, all the dirty water I have in the bucket poured on the tiles I have been scrubbing and mopping since I woke up making me slip from and falling with a heavy ad embarrassing thud on the wet floor. "Damn!!" I spewed out of frustration, unable to stand up immediately. I whimpered in pain and anger "I get it now" Everything in t
t what happens when your heart doesn't
al kind, the one that bubbles from somewhere deep inside and catches you by surprise. I think I left that version of myself behind the day my mother died. I was just
nds gentle. She had a soft voice and kind eyes. I remember the way she used
been okay si
ar I had no right. "You keep living in the past, you'll never have a future, " she snapped at m
sterday. Thank God. The water hasn't reached them yet. I grab a
t wet, I wouldn't
my perpet
mal is when I'm with Renzo. He's my only escape from this place, even if only for a f
this pothole, his words are the only thing that hold me here. He
moment, I
asts. Trust me
art against me was almost supernatural. It took her just a few months after marry
ent from some dark realm, appoi
be it's
m, probably to sip her wine and scroll through pictures o
e out of habit than purpose. The mess is ha
ing. Not
ually speak to my father in a calm tone unless she wants something-or unless
Greta says. "We'll tell her the n
me
s quietly aga
ild, Greta. We should have told her weeks ago. The a
ree
ngem
She'll be someone else's problem then. The family is wealthy,
re she adds, "It's not like
ath ca
owerful... a
er, the bruises, the si
ying to ge
t by yellin
marrying