Every Betrayal Begins With A Trust

Chapter 2

I kept writing in my journal all the things I was going to do today. Today was the day I was going to tell mum and stepdad how my father treating me and how I really felt about him. In case you didn't catch my name I'm Stephanie. So back to my life. I walked out of my room and suddenly felt the urge to tell somebody, anybody who listen really so still walking to the kitchen where I of course had asked them to meet. I sat down at the table and started of the conversation with "Mum" also at the time of telling I wasn't calling my stepdad, dad so instead I just turned around and said "Matt". I'm guessed they were confused as to why I had personally asked my parents to come sit at the kitchen table but I was about to answer all their questions " So as you know I've been having a bit of trouble having a civilized conversation with my father lately and I just wanted you guys to know everything that's going on" as I continued the shocked looks on their faces grew. Me being me didn't want to say anything about it because I knew from the look on Matt's face if I mentioned anything else he would be on the phone to my father pretty much, well not pretty much, certainly abusing the shit out of him with words because he loved me more than any father could love a child he loved me and my siblings more than the world that was just him. He is the father I pretty much never had.

An hour later

Bout' half an hour ago mum left me home with Matt I knew she needed to take some time to think about how much of a dick my dad had been. Which was understandable. I just hoped she wasn't going to do something silly like blame herself because none of this is her fault. It's my horse face of a step-mum. I can't even see how Nicole and nice can go in the same sentence. Every time I went to see my father I would be petrified of the fact that I have to see her. The wicked stepmother from the book Cinderella. She scared me so much. That women has scarred me for life.