"You little brat! You got away last time; this time you won't escape!"
I struggled against their weight but felt powerless against their strength.
My face swelled from slaps; my eyes were blackened and blood trickled from my lips as I lay on the floor in pain.
They ransacked the house, turning everything upside down and taking all the cash they could find—mine and Kyle's included.
Before leaving, my stepmother spat at me in disgust. "Pfft! This little amount isn't even enough for Ethan's treatment."
"Get together fifty thousand dollars fast or be prepared to be sold off!" she threatened before storming out.
As Kyle walked in carrying groceries, he rushed over and helped me up.
When he learned it was my stepparents' doing, he immediately grabbed an iron rod, ready to charge out, but I stopped him with a loud shout.
I gently wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, a murderous glint in my eyes.
"Kyle, wanna pull off something big with me?"
His grip tightened on the rod as he firmly nodded.
The revenge plan was officially underway.
Stepparents, prepare to face my crazy retaliation!
