Twice burnt, Once Loved

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es and, most importantly, wrapping gift items. It is Jackson's birthday, and I wa

king shifts and doing cho

m how much I loved him on his birthday. I

onse. Sent a text, "Hello love, happy birthday, my dearest.

aiting some minutes; I si

would be so happy to see

nocked. No response. Surprised t

on the floor. I placed the cake and other i

I was struggling to believe it was not what I thought. Just then, I h

ayal and disappointment scorched my chest. My boyfriend and my stepsister Chloe w

med, 'You son of a bitch, ho

e, spoke up and said, "Susa

totally unfazed... Spoke, "Oh, poor Susan, it was o

actually loved you. He just pitied you and thought it was love, and all thanks to me...

d up to Jackson, who clearly was naked but hiding his manhood

eel about her? It was only a matter of time; I was getting sick and tired of th

id like you, but that was in the past. You are boring and so fragile and acting innocent

clearly you refused to give me because you want to

st; I ran out of the room, a

l my money to buy him gifts. And baked and all that stuff. I walked back hom

sad music, and sang to the lyrics of the song. I

uted angrily, "Susan, Susan, where is tha

ore has been done.

on the bare floor with bottles of alcohol littered all over the pl

I was in trouble.... "Good... Good morning, stepmother, I stuttered... What's s

swollen eyes, she ga

e should not happen to me, as I didn't know which

and you will do all chores, and that includes Chloe's laundry, and by

doomed. Have I m

he worst consequences that could oc

eft the room. I couldn't stop staring at my mother's picture frame. I

ailing father. I served the table after preparing breakfast and retreated to doing the rest of my chor

morning, did y

new it would break his h

d him as I struggled not to a

orry I can't protect you or even provide for you.

you to

enceforth. I would do my very best to be successful so I could take