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.

took another sip, the world started to

I didn't care if it was wrong. I didn't know what else to

wanted to

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

17 YEARS AGO.

the same birthday outfit Mum had bought me two years ago for my 9th birthday. Back then, it had been

were a little tighter than I remembered, squeezing uncomfortably around my waist. But it was fine. I didn't mind. It wasn't like

crazy thoughts. I wondered what

me? Would it make them stop fighting

they'd rush me to the hospital, hold

with me at the hospital while I get

finally laugh with me, like families were supposed to, and tell me childhood stories of how brave

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