My Stepfather

Life Begins

She stared at her white dress before applying makeup on her pale face.

She picked up the brush but didn't put it to her face. Memories surrounded her as she realized that she hated him.

She had always. He was her worst nightmare, a cruel existence in the universe. He was beyond anything she wanted and he had chosen her to ruin. Why her? Why not anyone else? Had she killed an innocent soldier in her previous life?

She recalled just how happy they used to be. Her mother and her, just them. She played with her and told her stories and she loved her.

But it didn't last long, she stood helpless as he mother walked down in a white dress and smiled at the only person who killed her daughter.

No one cared about her, how she felt, if she was happy or sad. It was as if they were so immersed in the white dress and fancy decoration to realize what her emotions were.

Sure. She stood with blue flowers in her basket and a blue ribbon dress but no one payed attention to her broken heart as she eyed the man who took her joy away.

She hated his face. She wanted to break it if he'd let her.

His name was like arrows aiming at her heart. He was the most hateful person to her and she made sure he knew that.

How dare he step in and show false vows of love. It was all clear that day, that afternoon. Her life which she was sure would be hell, a living nightmare that she'll never get out of alive.

He had stolen her Mothers heart. He had stolen the only person she had ever loved and known. Who is this girl, you ask?

That girl is me. I couldn't do anything, she was happy and he smiled and convinced me that she wanted this.

I saw as she walked down the aisle with roses in her hand and a big white dress, she was so happy. The man she choose was the problem. Mother's wise and she rejected a lot of people but she chose a ruiner of life for us.

He'd abuse me and torture me and her but she didn't see that, not as he looked into her eyes.
She didn't look at me. I was dead, gone.

It took all my willpower to stop myself from pushing her back, from stealing her happiness away.

Why do I hate him! How dare you ask me that question? Huh? Look at him! Who is he to take the place of Father!

He was young, years younger that Mother. A mature age of twenty-seven and mother was thirty-nine. I was seventeen. Old enough to be his wife. Mother was pretty. I'll give her that.

But he wasn't right for her. Uncle Kyungsoo had told her about him. But who is he anyway? He shouldn't be the person Mother should be listening to.

Last spring, she's grown to like him and I hated him and Kyungsoo uncle for everything that followed.

He told her to marry him and my best friends didn't want to abandon me. If Lily did, I wouldn't have been alive. She made me feel safe, she came to the wedding to support me. Keep me from collapsing.

She told me that she'll love me forever no matter who my father was because I had no obligations to him.

I'm wild. Mother trusts me but the night she told me about love, she said I'll know when I love. But I haven't loved. I hated love.

It binds you to a person you like so much that you don't hurt them. I wanted to hurt Mother. Kidnap her so she can't show up and marry the dude I hated.

But she thought I needed him. I didn't need him and he didn't need her. He was a rich and had rented to use me and Mother.

I wanted to rip his tongue as he called Mother "pretty" with his filthy tongue. I didn't see anything after their vows, my eyes were red from anger and confusion but I was forced to smile.

Everyone congratulated them as a happy couple. He looked at me but I didn't take picture with them not until Mother pulled me painfully( first time) and forced me to take a picture with them.

I could feel his hand on my shoulder. I felt his chains around my arms and shackles on my feet. He had me bound and I couldn't move, I couldn't get away.i couldn't escape.

I cried silent tears that night. He wasn't right for us. We were his slaves. Mother was.

How was she fine with this stranger occupying the abandoned bed of Father. I heard no voices that night and pretended to be alone again. In my world of hero's and villain. Saving the galaxy.

I dreamt of Father coming back but he was gone. Far far away from us. And this imposter had come to ruin us all.