Bully stepbrother

73. Cursed

JUDE

Once upon a time, I wanted a son, not a daughter.

As said: we all needed love in our lives. Some even believe it held the most proportion of human survival.

It was stolen away from me when my mother died, and I was forced to live with my stepfather who held me hostage as I was only eleven and had nowhere to go but do as he said.

There are certain memories that never fade, and mine were those days when that man would make me please him in ways we both know were abusive and improper for a child, in exchange for food for my stomach and a roof over my head.

The thing is I only saw men as beasts.

I mean if you look at it the same way I do; my father was the kind who used his belt to whip me until he was satisfied with the marks he had left.

And then I was raised by a child molester. A bisexual pedophile. Who was obsessed with liquor and baseball games on his fucked up cathode-ray tube television.

Those did it.

The pain lived in me. Even pushed me to study hard in school and gain scholarships so I could stay away from the shitty man.

I know I am a grown-ass man, and this isn't the kind of thing people will expect to get from me, but this is the real me.

That's what I've managed to cover smoothly with business appearance and powerful impression.

And warmth, I never had until Jennifer. The mother of my child.

I thought she was my medal for resistance. For being strong and able to fight my radiant path in this unfair world.

Jen came with something rare, very delicate, almost maternal.

I had lost that since my mother passed away. And I swear my mother was the only love of my life.

But Jen finds her way into my heart and carved her space there.

She became everything I needed and even those I didn't deserve.

She was an angel sent from heaven just for me.

She gave me the world when I didn't ask. And in return, I worked triple hard to impress her.

To be able to provide her with anything she desires.

But pregnancy came along the way, I was excited but I was nervous.

I couldn't wait to see my daughter as we had assumed.

I was delighted to see the mini hybrid of Jen and me.

The single child we were expecting.

Then at the delivery room after the kisses and support, the promises and commitments, a son was presented.

I scoffed and rejected in an instant, hoping the child was anyone other than ours, even though Jen was the only patient in the room.

I should disagree when the doctors claim to sight an undetected twin. But I was desperate for another option. I didn't want a boy.

Well, not undetected because Jen missed her late pregnancy blood tests, measurements, scans, and all those processes because she wanted us to trust our instinct. And I only wanted to support her. Since that's all I can do, is not like I was the one walking around with the womb in my stomach.

So we both presumed we were having a daughter and shopped all adorable tiny dresses that look cute for a baby girl.

I didn't know Jen's reasons but for me: I was rooting for a daughter because I knew I wouldn't want to unleash and propagates my kind. I knew damn well I wasn't going to be able to face a boy, a man... Anything with a dick that could have power over something someday.