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l the problems in your life? Trust me; if you feel so,
v, and I stay with my dad, step-m
but my father treats me like trash. My stepmother treats me like a maid. My half-brother practically hates me. Da
s in which my brother, Lance, studies. My stepmother a
ly me. He is good at everything except his studies. He always forces me to do his hom
good at making friends or socializing. E
how many part-time jobs do. I have to do all the household work as well. Cooking, cleaning, washing, and everything. Mom and dad al
ke, but something horrible because of which I hated my birthday. He hit me wit
, he saves my life. As per him,
the bushes in the garden. I always came
cruel to me? Is it
long that I slept in the middle. When I opened my eyes, i
ed everywhere to see who kept this here because no one came here
orita here? I groaned. Was someone trying to do a prank on me? With a
phone vibrated, noti
I am asking much, but please keep this
request. I opened the 2nd box and f
e cake, Senorita. Go home sa
ped that phon
does he or she know that
enly, and I remembered I hadn't eaten anything since morn
l the cake and
ou? Are you a boy or girl? How do
send button, and started wa
a message from the other side, and my breath became uneven. I was sure he was a stalker; otherwise, how did he know about my hideout? And my favorite cake?
o get yourself killed rather than waiting for your death.', My mind said, and I a
ed, and I walked toward the kitchen. I prepared the food for them. And after eating dinner, all three left the living room. I ate the leftover food from their plate after washing all the dishes. I walked toward my room, which was not e
at not. Just like another teenager, I was feeli
nd who wore oversize school dresses or clothes and old shoes? They saw me as someone who didn't even have a basic sense of fashion or dress s
me unknown number. I opened the message with my
ight Se
oing their job. My life was full of shit, pain, and miseries, so just a
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