Dream

CHAPTER 1: STEPFATHER

I wake up every morning to catch the falls of judgement and pain.

"Evelyn, good morning!" but at least I get greeted with hope by my mother.

"Good morning, mum." I rubbed my eyes to get myself see a bit clearer, and to my surprise I saw my mother preparing my clothes.

I stood up, rushing to help her prepare.

"Mum, you didn't need to do this. I can do this myself." I let out a sigh, embarrassed that she still cares for me like I'm a baby.

"Oh Evelyn, theres a special event at your school! I just want to brighten your day before anything else," she gave me a smile as she continues preparing my things.

After sometime, I finished preparing myself in the morning.
I finished eating my breakfast and all, but my morning wouldn't be complete without;

"Evelyn! Didn't I tell you to brew me coffee before I wake up?!" and this is what I meant.

My morning JUST won't be complete with a stepfather ruining my day.

"Sorry papa, but I'll be late for school already."

I gave him a smile to lessen the tense that I knew we already had from the beginning, but he suddenly pushed me against the door.

He then started lecturing me about how useless I am, but all that is just normal for me.

But there was one thing that angered me the most, and it was when this drunken stepfather of mine told me; "I guess that's why your father died, because of how helpless you both were when he was dying."

Me, being the one who truly loved my biological father, I defended myself.

I defended myself, not only for my own, but for my beloved father whose got nothing to do with this.

I spat at him not giving a single concern whether I'll get hit or not.

"Oh! You disgusting piece of sh—" before he even finished, he banged my head against the wall.

He continued, not stopping for mercy, not even feeling guilty about it.

So I eased the pain, because one day I know he'll be the one in my position.

And one day he'll live in a hell of a prison...