Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 283

'Well, I guess you'll keep on bearing the pains of my betrayal, then, Because I won't stop until..." Mum was speaking when the next thing I heard was a slap.

It was so loud and so hard. I shut my eyes tight and pressed my hands over my ears. I didn't want to hear it. I couldn't. The noise of their fighting was always too loud, and it made everything spin.

I knew what was to come next.

I ran over to the corner of my bed with shaking legs where I had hidden a small bottle that I had stolen from the many my Mum had.

I grabbed it and uncorked it with trembling hands. I took a small sip of the liquid inside it.

It had the worst, awful taste I could imagine. It burned all the way down my throat, making me choke.

But I didn't care. I had to swallow it.

Because every time I did, I felt something else take over me. It was the only thing that made the bad stuff go away, even if just for a little while. It made my head feel all fuzzy, and the yelling seemed far away.

T'd been doing this for months now. Stealing the bottles from Mum's stash, hiding them in the corner of my bed, where no one would know. No one had ever caught me. Mum had too many bottles to keep track of them all. I was lucky she never noticed.

sip, the world started to

care if it was wrong.

wanted to

sounds slowly started to fade, and my eyes got heavy. My bed felt so soft. I just wanted to sleep forever so I

17 YEARS AGO.

no cake, no balloons, and definitely no presents. I sat in my room, alone, in the same birthday outfit Mum had bought me two years ago for my 9th birthday. Back

it, but now, it fits perfectly-well, almost. The pants were a little tighter than I remembered, squeezing uncomfortably

to dark, crazy thoughts. I wondered what it would feel

them stop fighting for

to the hospital, hold my hand,

me at the hospital

families were supposed to, and tell me childhood stories of how brave

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Chapter 283

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