Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Grandpa Brandon felt the firm grip on his arm as Oliver spoke with calm assurance. "Grandpa, stay here. I'll handle this. If he can't see me, he will keep making a fuss." Striding purposefully upstairs, Oliver led the way with Shay trailing close behind him. Below, Josefina watched the two figures ascend the staircase, her brow furrowing.

In the room upstairs, Rowan gripped a paring knife with a crazed intensity, hovering it dangerously near his throat. But it was more of a threat than an action, and he hadn't begun to cut. Sydney shouted in a panic, "Oliver, please, talk some sense into your dad! He's threatening to hurt himself. If he really needs to go out, let him. Being cooped up is driving him insane." Oliver let out a derisive laugh. "Is it him going mad, or is it driving you up the wall?"

Stung by his words, Sydney's face flushed with embarrassment. Around Oliver, she felt as insignificant as a scolded child, simmering with anger but too afraid to speak.

Shay, standing to Oliver's right, was visibly distressed, her hand on his arm. Oliver, sensing this, deftly stepped aside to avoid her touch, keeping his sleeve pristine. His eyes blazed with fury as he snapped at Shay, "Don't touch me."

Shay stood frozen, her hand still raised in the air. Was a simple touch on the arm too much to ask for? Tears quickly filled her eyes. "Oliver, I didn't mean anything by it."

anger also flared. "Oliver! Shay meant no harm. Why do you have to be so harsh? Why take the issues between adults out on a child?" Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on

tugged at her mother's arm, shaking her head. "Mom, please don't.

at Oliver furiously. "She's your sister! How can you treat her like this? Oliver, I swear I'll end you, you ungrateful bastard."

strength. He wouldn't

screamed in horror while Shay gaped at Oliver, her

"Oliver..."

in hand, blood dripping from the tip. Rowan clutched

"Thought about ending it all, huh?

Oliver, his lips quivering with rage. "You,

what does that make you?" Oliver retorted with scorn. "If you don't want to die, stay put. If you do, I have a myriad of ways to go about

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