"I told you never to call me that again!" Mother barked at me. The stinging pain from the slap did not give me the courage to respond lest I get another.
Tears were threatening to fall down my face as I stared at her with my palm to my face.
"Go and clean my room now," Mother said as she turned away from me.
"I've done that already," I managed to say even though I know I shouldn't. I'm sure she heard that but decided to ignore.
"And when you're done, go to Liam's room and do the same," she said, referring to my stepbrother.
"I already—" I was going to say but the scary look I got from her made me stop. I could not handle another pain from her.
That was the usual routine I had to go through ever since father died. Mother practically turned me into a slave and I just happened to not have a say whenever she asked me to do anything.
"I wish you were dead," Mother said spitefully as she bumped into me that very day to exit the living room.
Well, mother, you got your wish already.
