As time went one like seemed to get more and more angry and rude for no reason, but he also got more stern he didnt think that his methods were working to teach me to behave. Watching the children and raising his children wasnt enough for him. I yet again had to do manual labour, yet surprisingly so did my step brother. Honestly at first it wasnt that bad. My stepdad ordered a bunch of gravel for some fucking reason and put it in our small ass backyard. It was just a big ass pile of grovel and rock and for some reason he wanted us to move it. Now you'd think he'd want us to actually yanno do something with it, but nah we just had to put it two feet to the right. Shoveling until the whole pile was there. When we were finally finished it felt like hours had past. We hadn't been able to take a break, eat, drink or use the bathroom. In the middle of the hot ass summer.
I remember we went inside so happy to finally be done. We could relax now there was time to rest my muscles from the workout of shoveling almost all day. But I also remember my Stepdad was not having it. We weren't done according to him. We had to put that pile right back before we could go to bed. Because for some reason we were bad. And for some reason that was going to fix it.
Everyday we went outside and shoveled back and forth, and tbh idk know how many days he made us do it anymore, But I know I was grounded at least a week.
The next step in when seems like his torturous plan was to make us now instead of shoveling gravel shovel a 5 h× 8 L× 1 D foot rectangle in front of our trailer. It was originally planned to be "for water filtration under our new deck" which I assumed he was going to try and make us build, or at least "help make." Because of our practice with shoveling we managed to finish the hole within a good amount of time. Probably not even 2 hours. When we finished he lined the bottom with plastic and gave us some buckets. The next step was for us to drag buckets of gravel from the backyard to the front yard and fill the hole up. One bucket wasnt fast enough though so we had to go two at a time. Now chandler wasnt as strong as me in some ways, but in the carrying or buckets full of gravel competition I give it to him. It was hard for a bit but the good part was i got a lot of exercise. It took us the rest of that day to fill up the hole.
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Randomtrigger warning : this novel talks about depression anxiety abuse etc do not read unless you are prepared to handle details about these things. This is my story, there may be others worse then mine but this one is mine take it for what it is or don...
