Stitch

Chapter one

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"Zach! Get your ass down here!" My stepmother screamed up the stairs. What the hell could she possibly want? My love? Nope, maybe my family's wealth though. I groan, pushing myself deeper under the toasty blankets, letting my long wavy brown hair cover my pale face. This is the same routine each day. I wake up to a angry Stepmother; I get 'punished' for not waking up early to do work; cleans the entire house. This has been happening almost everyday so far, on my summer vacation. How am I supposed to wake up early if I have a broken alarm clock? Yeah, my point.

I heard Chelsea pound on the door. "Get the fuck up now!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. I just sheepishly got up and stood at the door. "What do you want? I'm busy sleeping." I smirked. She tried twisting the door knob but the door was locked. I slightly chuckled. "Maybe you should rethink about ruining my life!" I said with irritation in my voice. "I swear Zach, once I open this door I'll--" "You'll what? Take away my lock? Ground me? Your kind of already doing it." I interrupted. "Just wait until your father gets home." She growled, and stomped away. Dad is coming home? It's been almost over a year since I've seen him!

I ran out of my room not caring about what Chelsea is going to do to me. I ran down the stairs and towards the living room until I saw her. "When is he coming?!" I said out of excitement. "You have the nerve to come to me after of what you said." She barked. I stood in silence, waiting what she'll do next. "Of course I can't harm your pretty little face because you father will be here soon." I cringed at a memory of me abused by her. "But I could double your chores. Nah, let's make it triple the amount." she said with a smirk. "Now remember sweetie, we can't tell anybody of our little secret we have. You know the consequences." she grind even wider if that's even physically possible. I just simply nodded. I don't know why I can't stand up to her. She's always talking crap about my family, me, or everything I do! I'm guessing there's just a part of me that finds her intimidating.

"Now, go get dressed. I don't want you looking like a slug." She demanded. Excuse her?! I do not look like a slug! You dumb blonde! If only I could say that to her face. I sighed and said, "Why must you be so insulting? I don't think I need to look 'high society' to do chores." I'm tired of her always making me dress so fancy because were so rich. I want to dress how I want to, not have someone control my life! "Oh but you do if your going outside." Chelsea said. "And why would I need to go outside?" She knows I hate the outside. Ever so often I do at free will. Which is mainly going woods behind our house. "One of your family members that lives down the street died. You know, the old bat. Anyways I'm either burning or selling everything of hers and since that old bat meant something to you, you can take one item." She said like it was nothing. How could she? Calling one of my loved ones that past away an old bat?! I do want to strangle her for what she said about my Grandma. For all I care Chelsea can go burn in hell where she belongs.

I ran to my room almost in tears. My Grandmother died and she didn't even tell me about it! And she was ging to burn or either sell her items! She is a sick, cruel woman. What did my father even see in this person? i walked over to my closet and pulled out my ripped skinny jeans and my black and white striped T-shirt. Completely ignoring the pink dress layed on my bed that the maid put there. After slipping into my cloths I quickly brushed my hair, grabbed my bag and sprinted out the door. But I felt someone's hand gripping onto my arm, forcing me back. "Don't think your dad is coming home just because of you, that's the least of his worries." My stepmother said and pushed me towards the cement stairs. I luckily caught myself and started to sprint toward my Grandma's house. Tears started pouring out of my eyes. I want to get as far away as possible away from her.