Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 282

It was happening again.

The yelling.

I slammed my door shut and pressed my back against it, trying to block out the angry voices. I could hear them in the kitchen and then in the living room, and then their voices would get ouder all the way up to their bedroom.

Why did they always fight? Why couldn't they just stop?

I wasn't a grown-up - I was only seven - but I didn't understand. Why couldn't we just be like the other families I saw? The ones that smiled and laughed and made cookies together. Why was it always like this at home?

Mum ad Dad were always involved in one fight or another.

Their fights never stopped.

Their anger never cooled.

And somewhere along the way, my mother's love for me

nished.

I was nothing more than a disposable variable in their equation. Just a quiet thing

the corner, hoping someone would

The negligence.

my mother for no

like this. Mum used to smile at me. She used to hold me tight and tell me I

Dad

he used to take me shopping for fishing

the hook, telling me

my hair and call me his "little

used to feel like they

son to them anymore. I was just something they forgot to count when adding

my blanket, wishing for a new family. I wanted a family where people smiled and hugged and didn't yell all the time. A family where they

to be there.

grew up. I'd find my mate, and I'd love her like I'd never been loved before. I'd make sure my kids never felt forgotten or like they weren't wanted. I

downstairs

nerves, huh?" Dad yelled. His voice sounded so mean like it always did

laughed. But it wasn't a nice laugh. It was loud and

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wasn't like this before. She used to be a happy, cheerful woman who did her

out. She'd smile at every pup and

how the tables flipped so hard that she was almost a laughingstock