when shit happens

Chapter 1 : Introduction

My living room at the top.
I woke up to hear loud banging at the door. Who could be here at six in the morning? It better be something important before I beat somebody's ass.
I slowly got out of bed, slowly went down the stairs and finally opened the door to meet face to face with my stepmother. Of course it was her, may God give me self control.
Me. Hi

Stepmother. Why didn't you open the door?

Me. Well I didn't expect the devil to visit me at six a.m

Stepmother. Excuse me.. Your dad must hear this you bit..

Me. Oh cut the shit what do you want.

Stepmother. Its that old hag's birthday...*slap*

Me. Never and I mean never call my grandma and old hag get it.

Stepmother. *holding her cheek* you slapped me

Me. Oh yes I did and I could add another. Now listen good you call grandma an old hag again you will regret it. And speaking of calling her an old hag what are you a shrivelled old version of barbie.

With that I threw her out and that was the beginning of my day. I was taught to respect my elders but even fools grow old.

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My name is Zion Perez. I'm an African by blood. I live in New York city. I'm 23 years old. I'm 5,9feet tall.
My mom died when I was fifteen I took responsibility since then I took care of my father in his worst state. One day he came home and told me he was getting married, to say I was shocked was an understatement.
Being the supportive daughter I was I agreed
He brought her home the following day. She was all smiles with me but something had felt off. I decided to give her a chance.
Soon I learnt that she had a daughter of her own who was younger than me by a month so we were technically the same age.
They got married in a month's time and that's when my father changed. He stopped giving me morning and evening hugs like he used to, he even stopped taking me to school. He stopped doing so many things but I put it aside.
My father used to buy my sanitary pads for me but at this point he even stopped greeting me.
When reality finally dawned on me what was happening I was deeply hurt. My father even started insulting me and my so called mother did nothing but laugh. My stepsister soon became the favorite at that point it's like I didn't even exist.
And that is where the cold, emotionless Zion came from.
I even started questioning myself what I did wrong.
I did all I could and when I finished highschool I moved out.
My father refused to pay my university fees so I applied for a scholarship which lucky for me I got. I went to Harvard, Boston and was away for 8 good years without contact with my father, he didn't even know where I was and didn't even care.
When I came back I started work as a software engineer in Hedge way project companies
At that point I was independent, rich and successful but I still had goals to achieve, wherever momma was she was proud of me and I knew it.
One day my grandma came to visit me in the US. She lived in Nigeria, Africa. She said that I needed to sort things out withy family members.
So one day I decide to visit them and my dad happened to open the door when it dawned on him it was me he was short of words. I decided to hug him and told him I still loved him even though he had changed. What he did next shocked me to the core. He pushed me off him and threw all sorts of insults at me living me speechless he even called me a whore since then I cut off all ties with him. I left at that point and never came back until my step mom collided with me at the mall and unfortunately found out where I lived
She was shocked beyond words to find out I was a wealthy independent lady.
She kept on finding ways to contact me but I blolongerthem out and so she brought her diseased ass to my house and I strictly told my bodyguards not to let them in.

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Short chapter but I'll make the next loner. This was just a filler chapter